Fifty years ago, Frank O’Hara released Lunch Poems, a collection of remarkably informal poetry that rebuked the more academic verse of his day. As a tribute, Dwight Garner writes about the importance of the book in the Times, arguing that O’Hara's grasp of the zeitgeist is the reason he appeared on Mad Men. For more on the poet's legacy, take a look at Christopher Richards on O’Hara’s lessons for being gay.
"You mean people who are now in their twenties? They won't care. People who are in their twenties will have already done this stuff, so there's now a record. When those people are old enough to be in charge of things—which by the way I don't ever want them to be in charge of things, and luckily, I will be dead when these people take over—everybody will have that vulnerability. When everybody is vulnerable to something it's not a weapon." Fran Lebowitz talks to The Awl about old New York, writer's block, and why the politicians of the future won't have sex tapes.
This week, the upstanding men and women of Football Book Club are reading Louisa Hall's novel Speak -- and posting about (a) having their minds blown by Maggie Nelson's The Argonauts and (b) having their metaphoric hearts metaphorically stomped on by the NFL.
As if demonstrating exemplary literary skill weren't enough, some overachieving authors were accomplished visual artists as well, notes AbeBooks in a roundup of talent that includes e e cummings, Günter Grass, Herman Hesse, and Jack Kerouac. Consider also our own Bill Morris on artists who channel writers in their own aesthetics.