The Believer really stepped up its annual music issue insert this year. (Now if I can only figure out which box the turntable was packed in…)

The Believer really stepped up its annual music issue insert this year. (Now if I can only figure out which box the turntable was packed in…)

Oh shit! A missing math book…and it’s one of a series!

I know! I’ve been trying to remember if they encouraged us to write a series—but there’s just no way; why would they possibly do that, different teachers across different years?—or if I was just that cloying and pretentious.

I think we all know the answer here.

(It must have been awful being those teachers.)

oh hai grades 2-5 literary career! #packingfinds

oh hai grades 2-5 literary career! #packingfinds

Moving turns up the best finds: John K. Samson ‘Provincial Road 222’ 7”

Moving turns up the best finds: John K. Samson ‘Provincial Road 222’ 7”

About 6,140,000 haters can’t be wrong.

About 6,140,000 haters can’t be wrong.

New York Post, 1959 July 17

New York Post, 1959 July 17

The Day Lady Died
It is 12:20 in New York a Friday
three days after Bastille day, yes
it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine
because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton   
at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner
and I don’t know the people who will feed me

I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun   
and have a hamburger and a malted and buy
an ugly NEW WORLD WRITING to see what the poets   
in Ghana are doing these days
                                                        I go on to the bank
and Miss Stillwagon (first name Linda I once heard)   
doesn’t even look up my balance for once in her life   
and in the GOLDEN GRIFFIN I get a little Verlaine   
for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do   
think of Hesiod, trans. Richmond Lattimore or   
Brendan Behan’s new play or Le Balcon or Les Nègres
of Genet, but I don’t, I stick with Verlaine
after practically going to sleep with quandariness

and for Mike I just stroll into the PARK LANE
Liquor Store and ask for a bottle of Strega and   
then I go back where I came from to 6th Avenue   
and the tobacconist in the Ziegfeld Theatre and   
casually ask for a carton of Gauloises and a carton
of Picayunes, and a NEW YORK POST with her face on it

and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of
leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT
while she whispered a song along the keyboard
to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing
—Frank O’Hara
July 17, 1959
OH HAI NEW (RENTAL) HOUSE

OH HAI NEW (RENTAL) HOUSE

41.5 pounds of blueberries in two hours. Good work, team. (at Our Table Cooperative)

41.5 pounds of blueberries in two hours. Good work, team. (at Our Table Cooperative)