Lunch Poems by Frank O’Hara: 1. Music

    “I am naked as a tablecloth, my nerves humming”   I walk up and down Tottenham Court Road finding lunch options slim. I discover when I arrive at a usually dependable last resort lunch spot that the whole shop has been gutted, emptied, even the sign taken off the outside. Peering inside, I press my face to the glass like a nosy child. … Continue reading Lunch Poems by Frank O’Hara: 1. Music

Lunchtimes in Bloomsbury: Gordon Square

I cross the very busy road at the zebra crossing at the top of Tavistock Square and as I walk the streets get quieter. Crossing onto a quieter corner, I’m in Gordon Square. The gardens here are like a wild meadow, overrun with long grass and flowers. Parts are roped off from the public and allowed to grow tall. Today is a lovely warm day, with a breeze and … Continue reading Lunchtimes in Bloomsbury: Gordon Square