Marco Rubio’s presidential campaign in New Hampshire collapsed because voters “made a judgment he’s not ready to be president of the United States,” Republican strategist Steve Schmidt said Wednesday, and he believes the Florida senator’s chances are slim unless he pulls off a miracle.
“A fifth place finish in New Hampshire means effectively he’s bleeding out,” Schmidt, a political analyst for MSNBC, told the network’s “Morning Joe” program. “That campaign is effectively over unless he can pull off a miracle and win the Nevada caucuses. He doesn’t have a path in South Carolina.”
Oh dear. I DO hope he’s Fully Hydrated.
Washington Post columnist Dana Milbank, in an op-ed piece on Tuesday, agreed that Rubio, in a few minutes during the Saturday night debate, “undid everything he had worked for during the past year — really, the past five years. His singularly disastrous debate performance, in which he repeated irrelevant, canned phrases, caused would-be supporters to flee for Ohio Gov. John Kasich and other more stable candidates.”
Rubio’s debate performance wasn’t a surprise, though, said Milbank, pointing out that Buzzfeed’s McKay Coppins wrote in a 2015 book, “The Wilderness,” said Rubio has “incurable anxiousness — and an occasional propensity to panic in moments of crisis, both real and imagined.”
As the oft-told story about the poem’s origin goes, O’Hara wrote it while he was on the way to give a reading with Robert Lowell at Wagner College on Staten Island. O’Hara didn’t care much for Lowell’s poetry, and as David Lehman tells it in The Last Avant-Garde, “O’Hara regarded the event as something of a grudge match; his close friend Bill Berkson remembers it as a ‘mano/mano’ duel. February 9, 1962, was a cold, snowy day in the city. On the way to the Staten Island Ferry, O’Hara bought the New York Post and on the choppy half-hour ride he wrote an instant meditation on the tabloid revelation that Hollywood actress Lana Turner had collapsed… O’Hara read the poem that afternoon, making it clear that he had written it in transit. The audience loved it; Lowell looked put out.” When it was his turn to read, a peeved Lowell told the crowd that he was very sorry, but he hadn’t written a poem on the way to the reading.
See Marco? Even Poetry is Politics.
Less familiar than this anecdote, however, is the actual incident O’Hara responds to in the poem. Even though I’ve written about and taught the poem for many years, until now I wasn’t really aware of what exactly had happened to Turner on that fateful day in 1962 (and it doesn’t help that this incident has not left much of a digital trace on the web).
Fortunately, a friend of mine, the poetry scholar Paul Stephens, recently got in touch with me about a fascinating essay he is writing on “the poetics of celebploitation,” in which he argues that the obsession in recent poetry with celebrity culture and, especially, “celebrity misfortune,” has its roots in this poem, and in O’Hara’s work in general. Paul did some digging and found the original New York Post piece that O’Hara saw that day on microfilm (remember microfilm!?) and sent it along. Here it is, a visual footnote for the famous poem:
O’Hara’s Lana Turner poem is certainly an important precursor to the recent flood of poems that reflect on celebrity culture and media that will be the subject of Paul’s article. As he pointed out to me, its famous last line — “oh Lana Turner we love you get up” — has even become a kind of meme (at least among the small subculture of poetry people), deployed when bad news about a celebrity or beloved famous person begins to circulate: “oh ____ we love you get up.”
If you’ve ever wondered what may have caught O’Hara’s eye on the ferry to Staten Island that snowing and raining night in February 1962, here’s a great candidate*: “Lana Faints; In Hospital.”
* UPDATE: I’ve altered this sentence slightly after hearing from Terrence Diggory (Encyclopedia of the New York School of Poets), who raised the point that we do not know conclusively that this is the same news item O’Hara saw and responded to in the poem — unlike in “The Day Lady Died,” O’Hara never identifies it as the New York Post. Furthermore, the lines “suddenly I see a headline / LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED” seem to imply that he is reproducing a headline verbatim, which does not match the Post piece. So, as Terry points out, O’Hara may have been responding to a different source.
However, not only does David Lehman (above) say that O’Hara had bought a copy of the New York Post on the way to the ferry, but Joe LeSueur’s account of the poem (in Digressions on Some Poems by Frank O’Hara) also states that “Frank was merely responding to a New York Post headline — impulsively, unpretentiously, with humor” (p. 265). LeSueur had the advantage of actually being there with O’Hara on the night in question, on the ferry, and while that doesn’t mean his recollection is correct, it certainly points to the likelihood of this being the newspaper O’Hara read that day.
And while O’Hara does say “suddenly I see a headline” in the poem before seemingly reproducing the headline in all caps, the poem seems playful and campy enough that it seems plausible he may be re-casting the headline in hyperbolic terms to play up the absurdity of the original piece. Perhaps that is why he doesn’t include quotation marks around it either.
So it’s fair to say that there is no definitive proof that this is the exact news item O’Hara saw, but there are also some good reasons to think it was.