#having a coke with you

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[poetryofmanya]

'Having a Coke with You' by Frank O' Hara

[stingrayextraordinaire]

Poetry Moodboards // “Having a Coke with You” by Frank O'Hara

I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world.

(requested by @daddygrandpaandthebeaver)

[fluttering-slips]

Having A Coke With You

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne  or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona  partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian  partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt  partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches  partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary  it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still  as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it  in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth  between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles 

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint  you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them  I look  at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world  except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick  which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time  and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism  just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or  at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me  and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them  when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank  or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully  as the horse  it seems they were all cheated of some marvellous experience  which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it

Frank O'Hara

[lezarus]

having a coke with you

[pangurlban]

Frank O'Hara

Having a Coke With You

1966

[fayet]

Having a coke with you is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them                                                                                                               I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together for the first time and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully as the horse                                it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it. Frank O'Hara (1971)

[astoryfullofwoe]

Tree Lights

Each ornament I watch you put up

feels like a step towards the horizon.

It's our third Christmas together 

and I’m more in love than I’ve ever been before

(granted, I said that last year, 

and the year before that one, too). 

Whatever, it might all be consumerist bullshit 

but I’ve found my new religion in the way

your cheeks flush pink and your eyes reflect the tree lights—

I like to believe that you’re glowing from love.

You could break my heart tomorrow 

and I’d keep this damn tree up forever. 

What a privilege it would be to be hurt by you,

to have loved to the point of pain.

What a privilege it would be to have 

the pain of my loving come from you,

not from some man on the street corner shouting Dykes!

The air smells like cocoa and some voice

is crooning about giving his heart away;

I can’t help but think about how

all lovers think they’re inventing something. 

Make me your George Michael,

I can write the next Last Christmas;

but I know I’d fall for you again next year

(what can I say, I’m predictable—

I’m a poet, not a revolutionary). 

So what, maybe my Church will never marry us

and maybe your mother will never see me as a daughter, 

but we have our own little microcosm here:

you, me, our love, and our Christmas tree.

And look—it’s expanding, a growing golden stream

spilling out of my seventh story window panes. 

It’s expanding, filling the dark streets with light,

a light they haven’t seen in years.

It’s expanding—

can you feel it, too?

[poems-from-around-the-world]

Having a Coke with You - Frank O'Hara - USA

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them                                                                                                               I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together for the first time and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully as the horse                                it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it

[whimsybrain]

Me, spending time with anyone I love: Hmmm… Getting real “Having a Coke with You” vibes from this

[sesamestreep]

absolute highlight of my night last night was looking up the publication date of Frank O’Hara’s Having a Coke with You and encountering a blurb from an online encyclopedia that described it as being written for a woman he dated.

like…bestie… Frank O’Hara??? you sure about that????

[witchfinderlieutenanttable]

Recently I have been contemplating how little friendship is valued in comparison to romantic love. It is always taken for granted. The second best option, a supporting character of the main plot. Acknowledged at best, but never truly explored in it's entirety.

Somehow we tend to be tricked into thinking that it is essential for deep love to be romantic in order to be valuable.

Why is it always love poetry? Why can't it be poems about deep and unconditional love for a friend? It is such a simple, pure feeling to experience.

Just made me think about this, written some time ago, when I popped up only to see a friend during his break between classes.

I'll leave you to decide what to make of it.

Having an Ice-cream With You

(After Having a Coke With You by Frank O’Hara)

Having an ice-cream with you

Smells like the warmth of the

Late-spring sun during the

Forty-five minute break between two classes

It feels soft yet firm

Like the fabric of your blue blazer’s sleeve

Against my skin

As we walk along the paved path

Arm in arm

It strokes my face

As I smile with closed eyes into the air

Overflowing with sunlight

Just like the gentle breeze did as we tried

Carefully to decide

Which flavour to opt for

It tastes like the ten minutes of anticipation

Filled with excitement

Preceding the childish joy over the

Explosion of memories on my tongue

The finest, smoothest green apple of

My childhood

Followed by a vague shadow

Of Coke with white chocolate chips

Having an ice-cream with you is as beautiful as The Finding of the Saviour in the Temple by Holman Hunt

Which reminds me of your moments of solid determination as

I remember the piercing blue eyes

Of young Christ

But it also looks like the knowing smile in your eyes

Filled with warmest wisdom when you realise

You made me happy without me

Even comprehending the experience

As we unwrap ourselves from a hug shared

In the middle of the crowd

And you make a step towards your next class

Inevitably approaching

I realise that the past forty-five minutes filled with

Apple-flavoured sunshine and the joy

Of your company

Are the most beautiful Pre-Raphaelite painting of contemporary times

Which, though you have never seen a Pre-Raphaelite painting, you allowed me to experience

To the fullest of all it’s bright colours

date your friends - by which i do not mean you must literally date your friends but by which i mean go out to dinner with your friends, buy your friends flowers, tell your friends you love them, write your friends love letters, play your friends songs that make you think of them, help your friends with moving and doctors appointments and listen to their worries and joys. love one another so entirely and i promise the world will feel so much brighter and you will have a community full of love

[music-despite-everything]

Having a Coke with You

By Frank O’Hara 1926 – 1966

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne

or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona

partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian

partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt

partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches

partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary

it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still

as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it

in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth

between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint

you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look

at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world

except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick

which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together for the first time

and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism

just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or

at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me

and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them

when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank

or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully

as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience

which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it

From The Collected Poems of Frank O’Hara by Frank O’Hara, copyright © 1971 by Maureen Granville-Smith, Administratrix of the Estate of Frank O’Hara, copyright renewed 1999 by Maureen O’Hara Granville-Smith and Donald Allen. Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of the Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.