Frank O’Hara, a Millennial
At this blog I frequently quote from the New York School of Poets (which wasn’t a school at all— see Freeze Frame: How to Write Flash Fiction) . Frank O’Hara was born in 1926 and died July 25, 1966, on Fire Island (NY) from a freakish dune buggy accident. He was a true Millennial. Just fifty years before the technology. If O’Hara were alive today he’d be tweeting and Instagramming, and Tumblr-ing and posting all over Facebook. He’d be one for the Snapchat. Frank O’Hara was a conduit for his friends. He was constantly reaching out to people. It sounds shallow to say he was the life of the party, and truthfully I’ve never read that in print, but he brought people together. He also had his snappish, snippy side where he could cut friends off. He collected people. Bu sending them letters, poems, telegrams. I could easily see him writing for Tin House or Barrelhouse , or a gossip column for AWP. He had a sense of humor and a sardonic wit. A hedonist, maybe. Running head...