O syrup of mammoths!
—Frank O’Hara
I’ve recently been reminded that
I have more often than pedestaling
any other artist in my life, I’ve noted
as my poetic hero, inspiration and
most significant influence the dear
Mister. O’Hara more than anyone
else. In that regard, I am also old
enough to feel fine with that, to
feel like that is about right. So,
we’re back to one of the two biggest
subjects that seem to keep coming up
these past few weeks, in this case not
lack of money, but instead, a movement
toward older age: the syrup of mammoths.
