Happy Birthday, John Ashbery!
Reading an Ashbery poem requires greater inwardness than “the general way prescribed by our clockwork universe,” as he wrote. Instead, it requires, “sort of,” letting “things be what they are.”
Read MoreReading an Ashbery poem requires greater inwardness than “the general way prescribed by our clockwork universe,” as he wrote. Instead, it requires, “sort of,” letting “things be what they are.”
Read More“We each pass through you like the stagnant air,
A darkened cloud, this toxic atmosphere.”