"FOR HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN" BY FRANK O'HARA

"A leaving word in the sand, odor of tides: his name"
— Thinking of Hayden Christensen

Hayden Christensen
actor
youthed Canada
desires to be 
everything
never stopping

Can we ever know
how excellence is? it's
real in this world
if we want it
some success
that is
eternal in our reach
neighbours
streets beyond streets
everyone in this world
never not undreamed

"FOR SAM WORTHINGTON" BY FRANK O'HARA

"A leaving word in the sand, odor of tides: his name"
— Thinking of Sam Worthington

Sam Worthington
actor
made in UK

Will we ever know what
overwhelming excellence is? it's
real in this world
thumbing all
here
in the multiplex
next to the next
gasming
together as
one intook breath
never not unreleasing

"FOR WILL SMITH" BY FRANK O'HARA

"A leaving word in the sand, odor of tides: his name."
— Thinking of Will Smith

Will Smith
idol
licensed USA
learning to be everything

Surprised to know the
measure of excellence? it's
inside all
theatres and multiplexes
held never not unloved

"FOR GAEL GARCIA BERNAL" BY FRANK O'HARA

"A leaving word in the sand, odor of tides: his name"
— Thinking of Gael Garcia Bernal

Gael Garcia Bernal
actor
engineered Mexico
learning to be everything

Gathering evidence to
ascertain excellence? it's
real in this world
containing
incendiary cinema
and cutting room floors

Broken floors
excavated histories
recycled fashions
never not
always
leaving unreturned

"FOR LEONARDO DICAPRIO" BY FRANK O'HARA

"A leaving word in the sand, odor of tides: his name"
— Thinking of Leonardo DiCaprio

Leonardo DiCaprio
entertainer
origin USA
never wishing to be nothing
always everything
really everyone to everyone
didn't I say
ongoing

Do we know what
inception is?
Could we care more for
all in this world
pressed against the screen
reciting screenplays
indefinitely
or never not unstopping

SHORT ENCOUNTERS

for JA

Well mummy, tomorrow's my birthday

and I want to go to the circus

and tomorrow is not Margaret's birthday

and she wants to go to the pantomime.

My birthday's in June

and there aren't any pantomimes in June.

View the fun here

AUTOBIOGRAPHY

A female girlie club entertainer in Weimar Berlin

A newly engaged couple have a breakdown

Four fascist libertines round up 9 teenage boys and girls

A homosexual man is forced to hide his sexuality

An ambitious Asian Briton and his white lover

Two best friends living on the streets of Portland as hustlers

He hires a homophobic small time lawyer

Eddy and Stuart share two-thirds of a dormitory suite

A genius 16-year-old 19th century poet

His neighbour is beaten by his father and comes to stay

He tries to deny he's gay and gets a yellow label

Brendan Behan is befriended as a teenager

A 15 year old Long Island boy loses everything

A teenage hustler and young man obsessed with alien abductions

The owner of a beauty clinic and a transsexual

A group of New Yorkers caught up in their sexual milieu

The story of Harvey Milk

His typical days in 1960s Los Angeles

His most famous poem is illustrated in animation

Russell heads out to a gay club

SEQUEL

for GJ

It has to be better in every way.
Massive, with more
explosions. Your masterpiece.

However, if that applies any pressure,
u can relax.
The third 1s expected to be shit.

BUNNY, DARLING!

for BC

Bunny, darling! You simply can't
tell me it's a prima facie
observation of domestic violence.
The man was loops; it's a grotesque.
And nobody will tell me what I can
or cannot laugh at in a theatre.

Bunny, darling! I don't care
if Hugh Jackman sings delightful
and the lyric's magical.
It isn't canon. It's not the repertoire.
It's not the repertoire, sweety.

Bunny, darling! Don't you dare
pretend you didn't squeal
when the "ugly brothers" licked
their hands and stuck them
down their shorts. Bunny,
Bunny! Don't you dare pretend!

Bunny, darling! If you need a shoulder,
mine will be in the third row
of the matinee performance.
Look for the purple salwar kameez,
the scent of Chloe in the dust,
and I will hold you Bunny,
darling, I'll bring tissues.


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ROCK

You did pillow talk,

keeping your voices low

so the kids couldn't hear

the sex. There was none.

No breaking of your vows

of silence. Doris Day,

marvelling at your straightened pinkie,

was in on the joke.

Nobody heard the sex.

In the darkness and the silvered hush

hands, fumbling under shirts

and projections, find a gasp.

Denim, forced tight, springs open

like a man trap. I have never felt

such excitement. The man in front

says keep it down, but we've come

and it is all over the screen.

JAMES DRAPER EUROPEAN CINEMA CLUB

for JD

None of the boys in these movies 
are under eighteen in compliance
with European law, and none
of the boys in these movies are over
nineteen, and no-one speaks English,
only Icelandic or Dutch. Everyone
takes all of their clothes off almost
all of the time in these movies, and
nobody gets shy round the thermals
and geysers on those volcanic shores.
Sometimes two of the boys go off
on their own for a talk-scene indoors,
say a beach house or sauna, either
they are clothed, or unclothed, or
unclothing each other as they talk.
None of the boys in these movies
has a bad word to say about the boys
in these movies, and none of the boys
says anything dumb or clever in these
movies, and everyone is always cut
and clean shaven, and no-one is fat,
and no-one is ugly. All of the boys
in these movies do it for pleasure,
nobody gets paid more than the other,
and none have a beautiful wife
back home, or a child to provide for.
Everyone is single and happy and alone.