Frank O'Hara and the Heroic Chin

The first thing I think of when I see Frank O'Hara is his poem 'The Day Lady Died' which walks the reader through a hamburger and a malted, a  nickel shoe-shine (the nickel is my detail), toying with the idea of buying Les Negres by Genet, Gauloise (the French thing was obviously big) and finding Billie Holiday's face on the New York Post - announcing her death. O'Hara doesn't quite take the news on the chin.  Perhaps more on the forehead.

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