By Baudelaire's definition alone O'Hare most certainly strikes me as a man of the world, with his emphasis on incorporating the Manhattan environment and his sporadic style which tends to imitate the absurdity of city streets and every day life. He is not a man apart, he thrives on the peculiarities and mysteriousness of people and places, "As we love at night/ birds sing out of sight/ Chinese rhythms beat/ through us in our heat/ the apples and the birds/ move us like soft words/ we couple in the grace/ of that mysteriousness."
O'Hare is doubly convincing in his role as "Man of the World" when taking a look at his life outside of his poetry. Though he wrote much and cared greatly for his prose, O'Hare didn't limit himself to a world consisting only of pen and paper. He wrote in his free time, in the stretches between living and working as an art curator. The fact that O'Hare didn't live his poetry only but was involved in a great many worldy thing speaks to his position as a travelled man.
Poetry was his passion, his greatest vehicle for translating the world he experienced so fully each and every day.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
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