(Image: a collaboration of Frank O'Hara and Franz Klein from 21 Etchings and Poems, with O'Hara's
Poem (To Franz Kline):
I will always love you though I never loved you
a boy smelling faintly of heather staring up at your window
the passion that enlightens and stills and cultivates, gone
while I sought your face to be familiar in the blueness
or to follow your sharp whistle around a corner into my light
that was love growing fainter each time you failed to appear
I spent my whole self searching love which I thought was you
it was mine so briefly and I never knew it, or you went
I thought it was outside disappearing but it is disappearing in my heart
like snow blown in a window to be gone from the world
At first glance, it may seem difficult to separate Frank O’Hara from the painters and poets who comprised the influential New York School. Art was one of his great passions, and the synchronicity between O’Hara and the abstract expressionists is clear in his poetry. He put words upon paper in the same seemingly carefree, yet distinctly deliberate fashion as Franz Klein placed brush strokes on canvas, evoking unfiltered emotion from the abstract.
The subversion of common conceptions of art and beauty was common between O’Hara and the artists of the New York School. In the same way that Klein’s intense monochrome lines defy convention and capture the physicality of painting, O’Hara’s poetry captures the movement of New York, acting as hymns to the city’s outsiders and degenerates. The fundamental longing for love and acceptance found in his poetry goes beyond the direct implications of O’Hara’s own societal status as a gay man. Rather, he directly grapples with the most common human desires. Much like the paintings of his abstract expressionist peers, O’Hara constructs his poetry around intrinsic emotions, promising a reaction from the reader despite his unconventional form.
[dropcap]B[/dropcap]lack and white art is a great way to add texture and interest to any interior, be it classic or modern. I currently have a crush on Franz Klein (1910-1962), an American painter who happened to be good friends that other abstract painter, my fellow Dutch national Willem de Kooning. Klein is mostly known for his later work, abstract compositions in black and white.
The past few weeks have brought with them a multitude of beautiful jewel-toned polishes and one major change to my morning routine. This Korres mascara is the shit.
Here’s how things used to go: I’d slick on some of this Loreal Voluminous crap. Immediately, my lashes would go chalky and stick together. Then I would rub my lashes between my fingers, taking off most of the mascara and getting that shiteverywhere.I’ve been going to morning meetings with strange little Franz Klein originals all over my fingers formonths.
Like all unhealthy relationships, I assumed this was how a girl and her mascara were supposed to interact. But then I started reading about how your mascara can flake offin your eyeand figured I should switch to something natural, so I sprang for this $18 option.
The Korres mascara has changed everything. It’s light enough against my red hair to keep me from looking like a middle-school girl with raccoon eyes. It goes on soft, encasing each lash in silky color and then I have to do nothing. My lashes look longer, but also like they grew on a human’s face. Which leaves me more time in the morning for screaming abuse at CNN.
On a star lit early morning, my friend drove me to lax. It was the first time I had experienced a still, calm la. And it was there I fell in love with driving on over passes. I was Peter Pan, flying over the entire city, watching as it sleeps, memorising every house, alley, street lamp.
Perhaps it’s thanks to Franz Klein, his modernist paintings imprinted into my association of over lapping freeways and its beauty, but, what ever happens to the space beneath it?
In most cities, the space beneath seems to loiter collecting dust, dirt, and fumes. But in cities that are running out of space, could this over looked area be a something of use?
In HK, the city most certainly has tried. “Parks” or “gathering hang out openings” seem to be collected on the east end. Initially I had imagine this would be a good use of space, but a quick wander in the midst of the summer heat left me thinking otherwise. As if the city wasn’t suffocating enough with its tropical summer, walking beneath cars, lorries, and any other form of transportation left me as particle collector, and instantly wanting a shower and a change of clothes.
I do wonder though, whether there are options of maximising the said space. Especially during the overwhelming heat.