Matthew Weiner’s evocations of the poetry of Frank O’Hara at key points on the Mad Men timeline — sometimes liminal, sometimes direct — are one of my favorite rebuttals to the argument that the show is empty style. This is that running thread teased out into YouTube form.

See also: Digressions on Some Poems by Frank O’Hara, a memoir by O’Hara’s longtime roommate Joe LeSueur, which I could not put down last summer.