John Ashbery
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John Ashbery
John Lawrence Ashberyis an American poet. He has published more than twenty volumes of poetry and won nearly every major American award for poetry, including a Pulitzer Prize in 1976 for his collection Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror. Renowned for its postmodern complexity and opacity, Ashbery's work still proves controversial. Ashbery has stated that he wishes his work to be accessible to as many people as possible, and not to be a private dialogue with himself. At the same time,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth28 July 1927
CountryUnited States of America
The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes
I don't look on poetry as closed works. I feel they're going on all the time in my head and I occasionally snip off a length.
The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through …
I like poems you can tack all over with a hammer and there are no hollow places.
Things can harden meaningfully in the moment of indecision
In the evening Everything has a schedule, if you can find out what it is.
Some certified nut Will try to tell you it's poetry, (It's extraordinary, it makes a great deal of sense) But watch out or he'll start with some New notion or other....
I lost my ridiculous accent without acquiring another
I often wonder if I am suffering from some mental dysfunction because of how weird and baffling my poetry seems to so many people and sometimes to me too.
... the first step of the terrible journey toward feeling somebody should act, that ends in utter confusion and hopelessness, east of the sun and west of the moon.
And just as there are no words for the surface, that is, No words to say what it really is, that it is not Superficial but a visible core, then there is No way out of the problem of pathos vs. experience.
Once you've lived in France, you don't want to live anywhere else, including France.
until only infinity remained of beauty
Where then shall hope and fear their objects find?