Frank O'Hara - Fantasy
Frank O'Hara reads his poem Fantasy - Recorded in his flat in New York on 5th March 1966, shortly before his accidental death. Fantasy by Frank O'Hara (1926-1966) (dedicated to the health of Allen Ginsberg) How do you like the music of Adolph Deutsch? I like it, I like it better than Max Steiner's. Take his score for Northern Pursuit, the Helmut Dantine theme was ... and then the window fell on my hand. Errol Flynn was skiing by. Down down down went the grim grey submarine under the "cold" ice. Helmut was safely ashore, on the ice. What dreams, what incredible fantasies of snow farts will this all lead to? I don't know, I have stopped thinking like a sled dog. The main thing is to tell a story. It is almost very important. Imagine throwing away the avalanche so early in the movie. I am the only spy left in Canada, but just because I'm alone in the snow doesn't necessarily mean I'm a Nazi. Let's see, two aspirins a vitamin C tablet and some baking soda should do the trick, that's practically an Alka Seltzer. Allen come out of the bathroom and take it. I think someone put butter on my skis instead of wax. Ouch. The leanto is falling over in the firs, and there is another fatter spy there. They didn't tell me they sent him. Well, that takes care of him, boy were those huskies hungry. Allen, are you feeling any better? Yes, I'm crazy about Helmut Dantine but I'm glad that Canada will remain free. Just free, that's all, never argue with the movies.