Yesterday I walked into the wrong bookstore when I was looking for a book on PHP and right there in front of me was a collection of Frank O'Hara poems. It's rare, trust me. He didn't write much.

It opens with the wonderful Personism, a manifesto which has many extraordinary moments including this on writing

"You just go on your nerve. If someone’s chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don’t turn around and shout, "Give it up! I was a track star for Mineola Prep." "

which jibes with me.

Anyhow, I give you a poem from this book