11 September 2002
A photograph of Manhattan taken this morning from Brooklyn and part of a poem by Frank O’Hara, written in 1964.

6:45 am, 11 September 2002
where does the evil of the year go
when September takes New York
and turns it into ozone stalagmites
deposits of light
so i get back up
make coffee, and read Francois Villon, his life, so dark
New York seems blinding and my tie is blowing up the street
I wish it would blow off
through it is cold and somewhat warms my neck
– from ‘Poem,’ from Frank O’Hara’s Lunch Poems
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Star Black is a poet, photographer, and collage artist living and working in New York City. She’s released five books of poems, has taught...