Frank O' Hara, For James Dean, 1955. For Joel, 2011.

O'Hara wrote these lines for Dean. I'll borrow them for someone that was close to my heart and chose to leave us here, on our fucking own. I understand him. And, at the same time, I'll never understand. Nothing more is to be said.

[to read the poem, click on the images...]

To Joel Dever, 1986-2011.

Sorry, there was one more thing to be said: more people on these shores should read Frank O'Hara. A pretty good anthology is: The Collected Poems of Frank O'Hara, edited by Donald Allen, University of California Press, 1995. Mais on y reviendra.