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Tuesday 25 July 2006

Penises in public

Later today, from 1-2pm at Manchester Central Library, Carcanet are organising Lunch Poems: A Frank O'Hara Celebration:


Local poets, including Matthew Welton, Linda Chase, Barry Wood, Michael Schmidt [and me!], will read their favourite O'Hara poems to commemorate the 40th anniversary of the poet's death in 1966. There will also be a video screening of O’Hara reading his poem Lana Turner has Collapsed, from the Channel 4 series Modern American Poets, produced by Colin Still.

I'm reading The Critic which has me in the highly enviable position of being able to say penises in public: "You lurk there / in the shadows, meting out / conversation like Eve's first / confusion between penises and / snakes." What will me poor mam say!?


Carcanet publish O'Hara's Selected Poems and 'Why I'm Not a Painter' and other poems. O'Hara's work also features alongside that of John Ashbery, James Schuyler and Kenneth Koch in The New York Poets: An Anthology.

Posted by Mark Thwaite
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