A Society of Progressive Poets founded in Washington DC
posted by mike | 1:11 AM
At first reading I thought this poem was nothing more than a rehash of a typical night with Bill and Jackson at the Cedar. But then I noticed the falsity in it, the very idea! How times have changed! Frank O'Hara would not have "been down" with this. I implore the writer not to mess with with the ghost of Frank O'Hara.
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