Ahead, starting from the far north, it wanders. Its radish-strong gasoline fumes have probably been Locked into your sinuses while you were away. You will have to deliver it. The flowers exist on the edge of breath, loose, Having been laid there. One gives pause to the other, Or there will be a symmetry about their movements Through which each is also an individual.
It is their collective blankness, however, That betrays a notion of a thing not to be destroyed. In this, how many facts we have fallen through And still the old facade glimmers there, A mirage, but permanent. We must first trick the idea Into being, then dismantle it, Scattering the pieces on the wind, So that the old joy, modest as cake, as wine as of friendship Will stay with us at the last, backed by the night Whose ruse gave it our final meaning.
>literally was just shit-talking poetry as a whole last night >ashbery, one of the few poets I liked, dies the next day
am i hitler?
Isaac Ward
Damn it. He was one of the greats.
Owen Moore
RIP
Easton Bailey
Damn...
Justin Phillips
Fuck the trolls! Get well soon, John.
Alexander Cook
These are amazing: each Joining a neighbor, as though speech Were a still performance. Arranging by chance
To meet as far this morning From the world as agreeing With it, you and I Are suddenly what the trees try
To tell us we are: That their merely being there Means something; that soon We may touch, love, explain.
And glad not to have invented Such comeliness, we are surrounded: A silence already filled with noises, A canvas on which emerges
A chorus of smiles, a winter morning. Placed in a puzzling light, and moving, Our days put on such reticence These accents seem their own defense.
Colton Collins
Well on the plus side my signed copy of his Selected Poems just went up in value.
Josiah Adams
Sorry to hear.
Cameron Long
he'll have a surprise when he wakes up lol
Chase Jenkins
That's a pity. One of the few remaining good poets.
Justin Gutierrez
I always wanted to like his work, but I could never decipher it. I never found Eliot or cummings hard to follow, but Ashbery is impossible.
But RIP, sir.
Samuel Rogers
That's part of the point, really. He requires extensive re-reading. I rarely bother to try and decipher him unless I absolutely love the poem. I really like him for his voice, more than anything. He's intimate despite obfuscating himself.
Kayden Mitchell
proto rupi lovey dovey self empowering trash, like all post WWII poets
Austin Foster
>He's intimate despite obfuscating himself.
I saw an interview with him once, and he said most critics thought he intentionally made his poems incomprehensible because of his (at the time) closeted homosexuality. Which is always possible.
Aiden Jenkins
Does anyone remember the title of a poem he did several decades ago about the start of the high-school football season in Ohio (I think)? I remember that one being fairly accessible by his standards, but I don't recall the name, and it doesn't appear to be among the handful of his best-known compositions.
Henry Gonzalez
I saw that interview as well. That his attempt at hiding himself carried over into his poetry and was ultimately inescapable for him. I'm not sure about it. I think that's putting too much value on the individual behind the poems rather than the poems themselves.
Logan Garcia
Damn. Along with Walter Becker. What a horrible day.
Dominic Martinez
RIP TO A LEGEND
Jeremiah Edwards
dude, fuck. this makes me want to cry. why is this not stickied? terrible mods.
rest in peace.
Landon Sanchez
F
James Smith
Fucking great. Another one who should have gotten a Nobel, if the Nobel meant something.
Ryan Phillips
RIP
Hudson Moore
F
Luis Walker
When Eduard Raban, coming along the passage, walked into the open doorway, he saw that it was raining. It was not raining much. KAFKA, Wedding Preparations in the Country The concept is interesting: to see, as though reflected In streaming windowpanes, the look of others through Their own eyes. A digest of their correct impressions of Their self-analytical attitudes overlaid by your Ghostly transparent face. You in falbalas Of some distant but not too distant era, the cosmetics, The shoes perfectly pointed, drifting (how long you Have been drifting; how long I have too for that matter) Like a bottle-imp toward a surface which can never be approached, Never pierced through into the timeless energy of a present Which would have its own opinions on these matters, Are an epistemological snapshot of the processes That first mentioned your name at some crowded cocktail Party long ago, and someone (not the person addressed) Overheard it and carried that name around in his wallet For years as the wallet crumbled and bills slid in And out of it. I want that information very much today,
Can't have it, and this makes me angry. I shall use my anger to build a bridge like that Of Avignon, on which people may dance for the feeling Of dancing on a bridge. I shall at last see my complete face Reflected not in the water but in the worn stone floor of my bridge.
I shall keep to myself. I shall not repeat others' comments about me.
Cameron Hernandez
When the world wakes up, it has a surprise lol
Hunter Martinez
Where to start with him? Or just get the earlier Library of America?
Camden Wilson
It's sad he died, but his poems are literal word salad.
Nicholas Adams
Every poem is a "literal word salad".
Lincoln Roberts
when he died he was surprised lol
Benjamin King
Get his selected my man
Isaiah Campbell
His legacy is richer for never having to accept a Nobel.
Lincoln Smith
Ashbery's poetry invites contemplation more than any contemporary poet I've read. His poems aren't about what they mean objectively, they're about what they mean subjectively, personally. I love reading his poetry because it makes me think. It doesn't necessarily make me think about the poem I just read, it makes me think about what the poem I just read made me think of.
Tyler Clark
At North Farm
Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night, Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through narrow passes. But will he know where to find you, Recognize you when he sees you, Give you the thing he has for you?
Hardly anything grows here, Yet the granaries are bursting with meal, The sacks of meal piled to the rafters. The streams run with sweetness, fattening fish; Birds darken the sky. Is it enough That the dish of milk is set out at night, That we think of him sometimes, Sometimes and always, with mixed feelings?
I only just found his poetry this year. Just got pic related in the mail a couple of weeks ago.
This sucks friends.
Chase Adams
>why is this not stickied >terrible mods
SECONDED!
Nathan Gutierrez
lol
Juan King
Somebody want to explain this one. I hate not knowing in-jokes about authors I like.
Luke Sullivan
the ants user.... read about the ants
Liam Sanchez
Late Echo BY JOHN ASHBERY Alone with our madness and favorite flower We see that there really is nothing left to write about. Or rather, it is necessary to write about the same old things In the same way, repeating the same things over and over For love to continue and be gradually different.
Beehives and ants have to be re-examined eternally And the color of the day put in Hundreds of times and varied from summer to winter For it to get slowed down to the pace of an authentic Saraband and huddle there, alive and resting.
Only then can the chronic inattention Of our lives drape itself around us, conciliatory And with one eye on those long tan plush shadows That speak so deeply into our unprepared knowledge Of ourselves, the talking engines of our day.
Owen Barnes
I look for ant mounds and find rabbit holes that go everywhere and let me go nowhere. Face pressed to earth as though it were such that I that unbeknown, could go as the rabbit goes.
Down, I suppose. Then I'd know more of the depth of these holes. Paw scratched comfort.
Bentley Torres
Wow, what book is this from? It's far less obscure than most Ashbery I've read.
Liam Collins
Can these fag mods sticky this ffs
Carter Powell
Is this about santa?
Xavier Nelson
It sure is pal
Jose Reyes
well, damn.
I was hoping he'd retire, not die.
All the same, is there going to be a complete works? Is there one already ?
Gavin Morales
I can't even imagine how lengthy that would end up being. I wish he did another selected poems from 1985 and up. I wonder what John himself thought. Whether he'd retire or die, I mean. Must've been something he thought a lot about. The theme of mortality is especially evident in his later poetry.
Noah Williams
Yeah, definitely multi-volume. Library of america has a new edition listed that ends at 2000, might cop both of theirs and fill the difference in with whatever else.
Cooper Smith
I didn't realize; I think I'll have to get that. I've read Commotion of the Birds and I really like it. Breezeway, on the other hand, is a mostly one-handed effort. That's all of his later stuff I've read but I believe most of his later stuff is hit or miss. What is it you like about Ashbery? I always find it interesting to ask why people like him.
Xavier Adams
Truthfully, the sound of it all. A lot of it I only get snatches of meaning or a complete misread. I'm not to great with poetry just yet, but Ashberry has always been at the back of my mind as a sort of end goal or later part of a path. I really loved three poems, but didn't feel good about being "finished", if only because I so clearly didn't understand it.
I was hoping to get at least most of his works in a concise way so I could give him a real go without too much trouble.
David Johnson
That's really what I like about it too. The sound and Ashbery's voice. I said it earlier in the thread; he manages to be so intimate. I wouldn't be worried about "getting it", I'm not sure anyone can really say they "get it" without relentless, extensive reading of Ashbery's works. One can pick up on the themes in his lines, but it's hard to say what a poem is finally getting at. I haven't read Three Poems but I'd really like to. I've heard it's his most difficult work. I look at poetry much differently than I look at prose, and it's helped me enjoy it more. Prose I can finish. I can never finish poetry, real poetry, anyway. Ashbery especially resists finishing. Some Tress is his first and most conventional work, but understanding Some Trees doesn't help very much in grappling with later Ashbery because it's so different.
Jonathan Jenkins
F.
Hudson Lee
Illuminate us then oh great grader
Nolan Peterson
Just registering my regret, or paying my respects, user. The letter should have stood alone. Don't know why I slid a period in there but I did and there's no going back.
Josiah Johnson
Goddamn I'm sad. He's one of the few contemps that stood comfortably next to the modernists. I hope more people start reading him due to the death meme.
Thomas Gray
Fair enough. I apologize for the hostilities, lad. I hope they do, too. I think if more people read Ashbery poetry would be more widely read in general. As it is right now, most people I talk to about poetry that dislike it dislike it because they think of it as a puzzle they have to solve before they're allowed to enjoy it. The United States School System way of teaching poetry, anyway. There's no appreciation for aesthetic because we're taught we must solve the poem and then move onto the next. But the truth is that poetry takes time. It should be read slowly, and should be contemplated.
Chase Rodriguez
shit poet glad he died. jsut read hart crane instead
Evan Adams
>implying mods they won't even make one for Bloom
Michael Gutierrez
I respect the man for his translations. If his poetry was wiped from this world along with him it wouldn't matter.
Nicholas Campbell
That's unbelievably stupid... I think Ashbery's poetry is p shit but he's just about inarguably the most influential American poet post 1950
Nolan Clark
That is a fucking scathing indictment of post 50s American poetry.
Nicholas Perez
Some stories survived the dynasty of the builders But their echo was itself locked in, became Anticipation that was only memory after all, For the possibilities are limited.
Colton Gray
Just because you don't like the guy doesn't mean he isn't influential
Ayden Fisher
Who will fill his cute gay shoes?
Gavin Perry
Funny the comments here. More respect than not, which is good. >And the face\ Resembles yours, the one reflected in the water. RIP