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With this volume, The Library of America inaugurates a collected edition of the works of America’s preeminent living poet. Beginning with Some Trees in 1956, John Ashbery has charted a profoundly original and individual course that has opened up pathways for subsequent generations of poets. At once hermetic and exuberantly curious, meditative and unnervingly funny, dreamlike and steeped in everyday realities, and alive to every nuance of American speech, these are poems that constantly discover new worlds within language. This first volume of the collected Ashbery includes the complete texts of his first twelve books, including such groundbreaking collections as Rivers and Mountains, Three Poems, Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (which won the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Award, and the National Book Critics Circle Award in 1975), and Houseboat Days. It also features an unprecedented gathering of more than sixty previously uncollected poems written over a period of four decades, a rare treasure trove for poetry lovers. This volume is a landmark portrait of a modern master. ... Read more

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John Ashbery in the Library of America
John Ashbery (b. 1927) has achieved a unique status among American poets.Even though much of his work is difficult to read, avant-garde, and post-modernist in character, Ashbery has become revered and beloved by many readers. For all the obscurity of his writing, his poetry is tantalizing and inspiring. It properly draws many people into its orbit. Even those who dislike Ashbery's poetry acknowledge its force and importance.

Ashbery's stature is demonstrated by, among many other ways, this volume of his Collected Poems from 1956 -- 1987 in the Library of America (LOA) series. Ashbery is the first living poet to be honored with a complete volume in the LOA. A second projected LOA volume will cover Ashbery's poetry subsequent to 1987. The Library of America was founded in 1979 to preserve the best of American writing in uniform, accessible editions. It is a series that celebrates America in poetry, history, fiction, philosophy, travel writing, journalism, and more.Ashbery richly deserves his place in it. Ashbery was born in 1927 and was raised in upstate New York.He attended Harvard and Columbia and lived for ten years (1955 -- 1965) in Paris.

This volume consists of over 450 poems. It includes the twelve books Ashbery published between 1956 ("Some Trees") and 1987 ("April Galleons") together with over 60 uncollected poems. Ashbery's first book, "Some Trees" received the Yale Younger Poets Prize.It was romantic in character and made much more use of formal verse forms than did his subsequent work. For example, an excellent early poem in the volume, "The Painter" is written in the highly traditional and formal poetic form called a sestina. (A sestina consists of six six-line stanzas and one three-line stanzawith a strict structure in the words which end the lines in each stanza.)

Beyond the first book, Ashbery's work is varied and difficult. It is rarely metered or rhymed.The poems tend to be meditative, in the form of the writer conversing with himself. The poems are seemingly disjointed, with abrupt changes in persons, tenses, and with sometimes startling, incongrous figures. The language passes back and forth from beautiful and original, to colloquial, with frequent cliched or commonplace figures thrown in for effect. Most of the poems resist paraphrase. The poetry explores serious themes, such as love, sexuality, death, the nature of writing, the beauty and variety of the physical world around us, place, childhood. The poems allude freely to art, music, history and literature. For all their modernity, there is a sense of nostalgia in many poems.Inevitably the reader will encounter frustration with this volume. In part, I think Ashbery's goal is to help the reader see things in a new, direct way without the intermediary of stereotypes. The poems are serious, but Ashbery wants to show that seriousness includes playfulness and sometimes whimsy. The poems need to be read both carefully but lightly, to allow the images and lines flow over the reader. When some of the poems appear opaque or even uninteresting -- as many of them will -- the best thing to do is to avoid straining over them and to pass on. This is a long, chronological volume, and there is something to be said from reading it from cover to cover.But it is best read slowly and in small doses.

The central collection in the book "Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror" is a good place to start as an alternative to reading the book through.This collection won the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Award, and the National Book Critics Circle Award in 1976, an astonishing achievement. The long title poem consists of Ashbery's reflections on a painting of that name by the Renaissance painter Parmigianino (c. 1524) which in an art museum in Vienna. This celebrated long poem tends, surprisingly, to be more accessible on first blush than does much of Ashbery.The following collection of poems "Houseboat Days" (1977) is almost equally as well-known and is a good way to continue exploring Ashbery's poetry.

The most difficult poems in the book are in an early volume called "The Tennis Court Oath" (1962) which was largely written during Ashbery's stay in Paris.The work is written in a collage style in which sections from different sources are sometimes pasted together in a manner similar to that used by the beat writer William S. Burroughs who also was living in Paris at the time. Subsequent to this collection, Ashbery began the process of modifying the difficulties of his work, a process than has continued through his long career.

My favorite collections in this volume were "Three Poems" (1972) and "The Vermont Notebook" (1975). The former work consists of three lengthy and highly intense prose poems called "The New Spirit", "Theme" and "Recital" to Ashbery's companion, David. The latter book, published in the same year as "Self-Portrait" is a fond look at life in Vermont accompanied by drawings by Joe Brainard. Both these collections will reward reading.

The collections published after "Houseboat Days" tend to be more mixed and laid-back in character than the earlier volumes.A poem called "The Songs we Know Best" in the collection "A Wave" (1984) derives from the poet's repeated hearings of a rock song called "Reunited" which he disliked but couldn't get out of his head. This poem is written in rhyme and meter, unlike most of its companions. Among the many poems in the latter volumes, "Alone in the Lumber Business" , Ashbery's use of Japanese forms in "37 Haikus" and the "Haibuns", and the prose poem "Description of a Masque" seem to warrant mention in this brief overview. The long poem "The Skaters" from the "Rivers and Mountains" collection (1966) is difficult but also is worth singling out for attention.

In an interview he gave to LOA upon publication of the volume, Ashbery mentioned his own little-known favorites from his poems: "He" (from Some Trees); "Idaho" (The Tennis Court Oath); Eclogue(Some Trees); "Rain" (The Tennis Court Oath);"The Chateau Hardware" (The Double Dream of Spring); "Description of a Masque" (A Wave), "Alone in the Lumber Business" (April Galleons) and "The Young Prince and the Young Princess" (uncollected). Ashbery also expresses his fondness for the long poem "Clepsydra" in the "Rivers and Mountains" collection.Readers wishing to browse may wish to look at these selected poems in addition to the poems in "Self-Portrait" and "Houseboat Days".

This is a volume to be read slowly and lightly and over time. A key is to avoid getting angry with oneself or with Ashbery for the many things in this book that will appear almost unintelligible.I am grateful to the Library of America for making this volume available to many readers.I look forward to the second LOA volume of John Ashbery's poetry.

Robin Friedman

A good read for the buck
I've got a couple of Ashbery poetry books around and I tried to like him, especially when some organic farmer girl, Bard grd., opened a stand at our market. I've returned to him now some ten years later with this collection - since he is one of those half dozen or so frequently referred to as our greatest poet, I bought it- and it's been a wonderful discovery. My farmer tells me he wasn't so funny in class, but I think that's one of the best part of the poems. I certainly can see a lot of his style, the open form, in the generation of younger poets. At the same time I've been rereading some Pound and can see a lot coming together here.

Ashbery's own selection from this time period (up to '87) is available, paperback, for less. That's nice, the poet's own selection tells you something; but this volume is everything he wrote in till then including uncollected material, a very detailed chronolgy of his life, 23 pages of notes on the poems and it is in the agreeable Library of America format.

America has produced an uncanny amount of great poetry for some reason, and thisfellow will be in the inner circle. $27? Go for it.

....Returning after a few mos more reading, it's become a favorite. If you find the poems that are easy, use a bookmark (never write in a book) then branch out...like Tom Waits tunes...
I read in the NYBR review of this book a few weeks ago that Ashbery has said he would be horrified if he thought that folks were just browsing thru his poetry stoned!

Understanding is the Wrong Question
John Ashbery is America's greatest living poet.His rejection for the Nobel Prize (so far) is one of Stockholm's major crimes.

However, if you are to appreciate him, you must forget trying to make conventional "sense" out of his writing.Instead, try to let the loosely connected or disconnected scenes, images, etc. wash over you and form their own connections, to create in your mind a new world of poetic reality. ... Read more

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I do not hate the celery stick
Mr. Ashbery's prose is both crisp and pliable, like a spaghetti noodle half-submerged in boiling water, sticking above the rim of the pot like a flag-pole in an imaginary country whose flag has not yet been sewn together, or is off being mended.

Like Reported Sightings this book can lead the curious reader down many meandering paths of discovery that go off far beyond the book itself until it is little more than a bright little beacon in the distance assuring you that everything is still OK.



Footnote: Much of this review was inspired by a review that has now been removed. Apparently the author of said review mistook my comic riffs for downright mockery.
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This long-awaited volume, a new selection of his later poems, spans ten major collections by one of America's most visionary and influential poets. Chosen by the author himself, the poems in Notes from the Air represent John Ashbery's best work from the past two decades, from the critically acclaimed April Galleons and Flow Chart to the 2005 National Book Award finalist Where Shall I Wander.

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A Reading of "How To Continue"
Watch Video Here: http://www.amazon.com/review/RX56ZBQZT4DSN This book was my first encounter with the Ashberry corpus aside from a few discrete poems.I can quite see now why he is such a polarising figure.Most of his poems are opaque, replete with French words and certainly chock-full of cribbings from other poems of which even the well-read reader may not be aware.

I chose this poem because - although it contains no French - it seems to me to best exemplify the ironic French style where everything is put to the reader, as Ashberry would say, mine de rien, or casually, but in which the import of the poem is anything but superficial.

No Connection, Call Later
Sorry. Ashbery is enormously respected. He has been showered with awards and grants. He can boast the ultimate badge of accessibility, appearances on Garrison Keillor's The Writer's Almanac. He has even been cited, along with Wallace Stevens, by all of my most respected poet friends as a touchstone of 20th century poetics. I decided that if, I just stuck to it long enough, I would get it--I would have to get it. But 100 pages into the book, I had to run up the white flag. He's obviously extremely intelligent which, I guess, makes me a complete dolt. The titles don't make sense to me. The interior narrative of each poem doesn't make sense to me. And there seems to me to be very little modulation in the tone and intent of the poems, the sort of thing that makes you wade through an author's philosophical poems or the more formally knotty poems with the assurance that they are also master of more direct, more communicative forms. I always had the feeling that Ashbery was talking to someone behind me, that he never made eye contact. The problem was that, besides him, I was the only other person in the room. I'll have to try again later. Sometimes it's just a matter of timing.

Beautiful Book
I ordered this for a class and it was delivered very quickly. It was also in excellent condition.

For Old and New Ashbery Readers
This selection contains April Galleons, Flow Chart, Hotel Lautremont, And the Stars Are Shining, Can You Hear, Bird, Wakefulness, Girls on the Run, Your Name Here, Chinese Whispers, and Where Shall I Wander. If you are a casual reader of Ashbery, this is perfect for you because it keeps you from rummaging through several collections to find a handful of great poems. For instance, Flow Chart is a fantastic long poem, but for this Selected, it is stripped down to only section Five (out of six). I can't complain too much about what was left out either. There are a few poems here and there but overall these are truly the strongest of his latter oeuvre. If you are a serious reader of Ashbery, then don't expect too much. There isn't an introduction, which i thought was a bummer, and the great poem "Heavenly Days" from Chinese Whispers isn't in here. Also I found the deckle-edge to be a hindrance to easily thumbing through the pages. It's a little too precious. What may be the most interesting part of the book for JA fans is to compare your selection with his selections. I find this as an interesting gauge to what the author aesthetically prefers, at least at the time of the selection. ... Read more

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Impressed & puzzled
I was quite impressed by Ashbery's wit and use of language.I was puzzled by what a good bit of it meant, but maybe it should just be and not mean?A very strange book.And, by the way, what does that number 3160 on the cover indicate, if anything?

Planisphere
John Ashbery is a famous man.He has won nearly every major American award for poetry and his accolades and praises could fill a great deal of this paper.Despite being one of the most lauded and prominent American, as well as English language, poets since the seventies, Mr. Ashbery remains a controversial figure.The disagreement over the man's work is not for the content of his poems, but rather for the fact that critics are divided on whether he is writing poetry or merely stringing along words randomly accompanied by unorthodox styling.I am firmly in the latter camp.//Planisphere// is Ashbery's latest collection of poems and like his previous works, defies description.It stretches this writer's imagination to define Mr. Ashbery's work as art.I know others might defend him by stating that this is the intent of the work.But, if Ashbery's intent is to confound, confuse, and eventually exasperate the reader he is not writing poetry but rather riddles without answers.The fact that readers must be "initiated" in some sense of the word into the world of modern poetry either through graduate level classes or seminars defeats the entire purpose of writing poetry or even creating art.One hopes that eventually poetry can overcome this and return to the "expression according to aesthetic principles, of what is beautiful, appealing, or of more than ordinary significance."

Reviewed by Jonathon Howard

An Old Favorite
People seem to either like Ashbery or they don't like him. I like him. Once again Ashbery has chosen a title that beautifully captures the whole formal enterprise of the collection. A planisphere is a map of half or more of the celestial sphere with a device for indicating the part of a given location visible at a given time, or a representation of the whole or a part of a sphere on a plane. Face it, poems are like that. There is no such thing as a poem alone. All poems are connected to other poems in an unending chain, like stars in the sky. Ashbery's poetry reveals this clearly. His poems are sovereign objects, beautiful discrete things in themselves. And yet, because of the way they are constructed, they call out to the wider world of discourse. The poems do not speak for the world of discourse, any more than the world (a part of it,this review, for example) speaks for the poems; a poem is not a bridge between two worlds. A poem evokes a parallel being, which we may call a reading, and this reading asserts its own sovereignty, leaving the way for a third text, then a fourth and fifth and so on. This is also true of writers as well as readers of poetry. One star is inconceivable, as is one poem, even though we wish upon a star, and we have our favorite poems.

Everyone knows that any poet has a limited repertoire. Having a favorite is like preferring one version of a familiar tune over another: 'Oh, that is one of Dickinson's finest performances!' I gave "Planisphere" four rather than five stars only because I like some of his other books such as "Hotel Lautreamont", "The Double Dream of Spring" and "Three Poems" better. ... Read more

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Self-portrait of a self-aggrandizing man
This collection of poetry is really just a pseudo-intellectual attempt to capitalize on the confusion and the disorientation of the post-modern era. The poetry makes little sense, and its meaning can't be pasted together even if one looks at it as it is apparently meant to be looked at - the poet's response to abstract art. The words on the page don't even make enough sense to be accepted into the genre of surrealism.

To be fair to the book, many of the fragmented pieces of poetry that the "poet" pieces together do have a rich, beautiful flavor to them. Some scattered pieces have even stuck in my brain for years as the inexplicable beauty of them did present themselvesas poetical, deep, almost musical even in the absence of rhythm or rhyme. But then again, so does Dr. Seuss. And you don't see Dr. Seuss fashioning himself in such a condescending light as Ashberry and his cronies. And this book doesn't even rhyme.

I would have given this book 3 estrellas instead of 2 if it weren't for the last factor that bothered me about this work - the price. It says here that I paid $16.00 for this thing 4 years ago and the price hasn't gone down much since. At less than a hundred pages this thing is a total rip-off. It could at least be hardcover for that price. But I guess mediocre poets have got to make their living somehow. For shame, John Ashberry, for shame.


Edit: The price has gone down since I reviewed this. It is my pleasure to grant Ashberry a third star, as promised.

Ashbery's Self-Portrait
The American poet John Ashbery's (b. 1927) book "Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror" received extraordinary accolades upon its publication in 1975.The book won the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Award, and the National Critics Circle Award. The book, especially the lengthy concluding poem for which it is named, solidified Ashbery's reputation as a major American poet and remains his most widely-read work. The book consists of 35 poems, including the title poem.I am in the midst of reading the Library of America's collection of Ashbery's poems from 1956-1987 and wanted to pause to try to take stock through this important collection.

Ashbery's poetry and this volume resist paraphrase.Each poem includes lines and figures which are indivually striking and often beautiful; but the poems cannot be read discursively.The diction shifts markedly in the poems from the solemn to the profane. There are sudden shifts in person and in tenses. Frequently, lines or sections are clear enough, but a poem as a whole will appear opaque.There is a sense in Ashbery's work of cutting through the tendency to rationalize and to focus on the joy of experience in its diversity.The concreteness and detail of the poem show a love of things in their variety and keen emotional responses. The poems frequently have the sense of an interior monologue or a discussion among friends. For all their difficulty, the poems have a certain lightness of touch. The poetry is urbane and shows great knowledge of art, music, literature, movies, and popular culture. And with reading, some sense of what Ashbery is about becommes clear.

"Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror" was a watershed book for Ashbery because it is somewhat more accessible than his earlier avant-garde books. Yet the difficulties remain.The title poem, Ashbery's masterpiece, is, on one level accessible to read.It moves in a narrative reflection, and can be followed, up to a point.This is still a difficult poem which will bear close and repeated readings.

The title poem is based on a painting of 1524 of the same name by Parmigianino that now is in the Kunsthistoriche Museum, Vienna. The painting shows a reflection of the artist on a convex mirror.It is marked by a seemingly distorted and large right hand, and the somewhat feminine yet intense face of the artist staring at the viewer. In his poem, Ashbery addresses the artist, discusses and questions him about his painting, and quotes commenters on the painting contemporary and modern. He describes the work and his reaction to it, e.g.

"That is the tune but there are no words
The words are only speculation
(From the Latin speculum, mirror):
They seek and cannot find the meaning of the music."

The suggestion is that words are inadequate to capture reality, which must be conceived imaginatively. As the poem progresses, it discusses tradition and interpretation and perspectivism in understanding reality.The artist's vision is brought forward as Ashbery meditates on modern life and its cacophony. The poembecomes its own reflection of Ashbery's understanding of the creative endeavor.

The short poems in this volume are overshadowed by the Self-Portrait. These poems tend to be even more elliptical than this major poem of the volume. In my reading, I tried to identify the works that I could respond to while passing over, for the present, others that seemed to me obscure. This might be a good way for other readers to approach the book.

The poems I enjoyed include the first poem, "As One Put Drunk into the Packet-Boat, the title of which is based on a poem called "Tom May's Death" by Andrew Marvell. (1621 --1678).Ashbery begins with the words "I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free" which in the context of the poem seems to speak of the renewal of the creative endeavor. The "Poem in Three Parts" begins with a startling phrase ("Once I let a guy blow me") but proceeds to an exploration of how one responds to experience: "Who goes to bed with what/ is unimportant. Feelings are important./ Mostly I think of feelings, they fill up my life/ Like the wind, like tumbling clouds/ In a sky full of clouds, clouds upon clouds.""

There is a charm and a picture of adolescent sexuality in "Mixed Feelings". The poem "The One Thing that can Save America" with its sense of nostalgia as Ashbery describes the "timeless" truths of warding off danger "Now and in the future, in cool yards,/In quiet small houses in the country,/Our country, in fenced areas, in cool shady streets."The poems "Tenth Symphony", "Fear of Death" and "City Afternoon" are among others that I enjoyed.

This book is difficult, modern poetry that may not appeal to all readers. The poems in this book are evocative and I think a sense of them can be got from sympathetic reading. This book deserves its reputation as a major work of American literature.

Robin Friedman

Through a Glass Murky
A confounding, self-indulgent collection by America's master of Poetica Obscura.

As a teacher of literature and a poetry lover since childhood, I've read thousands upon thousands of poems from a number of poets of a number of languages, and I'll be blasted if this is not the first time I got absolutely NOTHING out of reading a book of poems.In fact the only line from this one that I recall is "I let a guy blow me once."

It is this personalization of verse (to the extreme, where "feeling" becomes more important than meaning) that has destroyed poetry as a popular art form in this country.(One can scarcely imagine asking someone to memorize and recite anything from this book.)

Give me Richard Wilbur or even Sarah Teasdale any time.Shoot, I'll even take Rod McKuen at this point.

A Pulitzer for this?Say it ain't so, Joe!

A Classic Worth Your Time
John Ashbery is probably the most famous and most productive of the Post-Modernists & the New York School of poets. His career has been long and productive. He remains to this day very visible, frequently publishing his poems in the New Yorker. It was, in fact, within the pages of the New Yorker that I first encountered Ashbery in my youth. I hated his work immediately. In fact, it took years for me to discover the incredible beauty and intellectual stimulation within Ashbery's poetry. Over the years I have come to appreciate Ashbery's more recent, or later work most of all. Although I appreciate the greater simplicity of his earlier work, and the great, convoluted anguish of his middle work, it is the vision of his later work that engages me most.

Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror belongs primarily to his middle period. It, of course, famously won many awards, including the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. I own this edition of the work and it has held up well with multiple readings, both the actual paperback, and the text. When I initially read this volume I found it strangely troubling and thought-provoking. I felt almost physically anguished as I read it over and over again. When I first encountered it I surrendered nearly a complete month to repeatedly devouring Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror. However, in the end I found that it is still not my favorite of his works. Also, I must confess that I found the short poems in the volume much more engaging than the long, title poem.

As a poet, myself, for years I have found endless inspiration within Ashbery's writing (as well as the writing of many others, including the particularly noteworthy Charles Simic). I think for those first approaching Ashbery's work, this is probably the best place to start. I believe you will find that you either love or hate his work. If you discover that you love it, move on to other works such as The Mooring of Starting Out - a 1 volume edition of his first 4 volumes of poetry, or Where Shall I Wander - one of his latest works...or, there are so many others to choose from, all good, solid works of poetry. If you've already read other works by Ashbery, but have not read this work, you need to get yourself a copy and get to it. I am convinced that it would be a mistake to overlook this very important and engaging work.

Sashimi of Post-Modernity
This collection of poems, especially the title poem, is jarring and bewildering in its swiftness and complexity, and in the crossed-paths of struggle, you will encounter spectacular images and conclusions. The imageslike "now from the unbuttoned corner moving out" and"recurring wave of arrival" are vividly childlike and nostalgicbut also remind me of nothing I have encountered before. Ashberry's imagessometimes bang against each other like the organized chaos of bumper cars.If you find yourself lost, keep reading and re-reading, no one needs topoint out subtlety. Stick around, the confusion and overlapping delay therelease at the end of his movements, which rival T.S. Eliot, in theirpolite, mythic send-offs. ... Read more

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Translated from the French and with an introduction by John Ashbery

"After I began translating Pierre Martory, that is, after I began to realize that his marvelous poetry would likely remain unknown unless I translated it and brought it to the attention of American readers, I have begun to find echoes of his work in mine.His dreams, his pessimistic resumes of childhood that are suddenly lanced by a joke, his surreal loves, his strangely lit landscapes with their inquisitive birds and disquieting flora, have been fertile influences for me, though I hope I haven't stolen anything--well, better to steal than borrow, as Eliot more or less said.All of which may be a way of saying that there is no very easy way to describe Martory's poetry.It is sui generis and it deserves to be read. And reread." --John Ashbery ... Read more

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A scape of lands and un-lands which hold us!!
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A Mating Swarm of Twittering Machines
Whenever John Ashbery deals out his royal flush of persnickety syntax, tailspun twaddle, and eel-slippery lyric convolution, the mind is where it ought to be.Whipping up spun dimensions in a burning flux of calculated demonry, gossamer insights snookered away in back-closets of the soul, an encroaching blur of poetic hunger just beyond our knowing.

We can *feel* the poet stenciling out his stanzas, sifting every event for its fine-grained visceral crunch, its lyrical *there-ness*, a mind designed to sound deep water with the halcyon light of Hart Crane and Wallace Stevens, the great unassailable precursors of American verse (so difficult to rediscover and appreciate in the morass of "poetry-slams" and "performance-art" that currently glut our poetry venues).

Imagine the type of mind that could respond to Crane and Stevens without flinching, over forty years and eighteen volumes of verse.Imagine the solitaire.

Ashbery staggered me in my late teens with *Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror*(1975), lighting up my sinuses in a cocaine wash of zippety rhythms and studied inflection, peopling my sleep with deep Figurae and a lush library of maps, persuading the fool's heart in me to break from my covert and run wild with the night mind of the race, the structures and possibilities of my life overloaded by his cognitive dazzle."The geek shall inherit the earth," this poet seemed to be telling me, and I, hamstrung by gynephobia and a crippling social-anxiety, took the old codger at his word.

Ashbery taught me how to keep pace with the world, to saturate the atoms of life with an inward stare, yoking myself nakedly to the ebon flight of his lush written world.With Ashbery's deep intellect and dickety-slippity wit, his pretzelly stanzas and mind-torquing conceptual corkscrewing, I could go on forever relighting my own image, against steady palls of black pain.(But don't all great poets teach us precisely this?)

Witness Ashbery at his most serpentine: "To create a work of art that the critic cannot even talk about ought to be the artist's chief concern."Ouch.Where does that leave the rest of us?Fumbling for categorical handholds on the cliff-face of so-called "language-poetry"?Shrugging off the old man's labyrinthian navel-picking as wastefully avant-garde academic verbiage?Most of these poems seem to erupt in an obfuscatory strain of muddled, stickjaw phonetics, then nip and flounder and twiddle and skip-rope through some half-fledged convolution of thought, reproducing the vagaries and blindsights of poetic composition itself, biting its tail in an Ouroboros vertigo of self-reference and studied awkwardness, an infinite regress short-circuiting each new wired fragment of stunted dramatic logic, of discontinued narrative transit, flip-flopped to articulate its crackerjacked, contradictory character, an uber-villain's squadron of twittering machines set a-flutter to tweak the night with the familiar Stevensian tragedies arising from epistemology.and solipsism.

Yes, we can analyze it now (or else pretend our way to some jerry-rigged solution).All the whistles and clicks of inbound meaning.The poetic tracery of nightvision cunning, unfastening the set of our bones, gorging our deep human need for prosody and inflection, all taken to grief in the massing forms of some depth-stirring new solip:system.(Sometimes a great poem is all it takes.)Ashbery's rippling, obfuscatory surface-tension hides and betokens a mind-pretzelling world of ninny-ish cognitive delight, of a "peculiar slant of memory that intrudes on the dreaming model...filtered and influenced by it, until no part remains that is surely you."

Give this book a chance....Recommended points of entry: "Soonest Mended"(87), "As One Put Drunk into the Packet-Boat"(163), "Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror"(188), "Wet Casements"(225), "Houseboat Days"(231), "Tapestry" (269), "A Wave"(322).

Tangential
John Ashbery once again takes me on a fantastic ride with his four dimentional poetry.Highly recommended for the poet with writer's block because Ashbery teaches us that bounderies are only limited in the mind.I call him tangential because his imagry shoots one into as many directions as one has.

A footnote to my previous review
I don't like to misquote other writers and artists...so, it was,naturally, Bernardo Bertolucci who said about himself that he has "anostalgia for the present". Ophuls certainly had a nostalgia for thepast. My admiration and appreciation for Ashbery's work grows stronger allof the time!

John Ashbery IS a marvellous poet!
It is insulting (and it must be disheartening)for a poet of John Ashbery's stature to be told, again and again, that his poems don't make any sense. Ashbery is artificial superficially. It is his critics who generally seemcold and clever to me. I have laughed and wept over his books!And I amhoping that others my age (I'm 30) will NOT fall into the same trap, whichseems toplague older readers, of being smug and vague about their approvalof his work (i.e. imitating what they think he's like rather than what heis as a poet.) Like Allen Ginsberg and Sylvia Plath, in different ways, Isuppose, we need to establish a new critical basis for discussing his work,which falls outside the conventional opinions and prejudices of the day.This may be only to say, that Ashbery has become a part of the canon ofAmerican poetry (this can hardly be denied)--and that raises him to ahigher plateau than those poets we see simply as contemporaries; it doesn'tmake him boring and stiff. Can we enjoy unconventional ideas about thismost surprising of poets? For example, as much as I admire Self-Portrait ina Convex Mirror as a book and individual poem; I acknowledge it as amasterpiece...I nonetheless don't find it as entertaining and touching,ultimately, as books included in Selected Poems such as Some Trees andHouseboat Days and A Wave. The Tennis Court Oath, which represented abreakthrough both for Ashbery and for poetry, contains some of his mostbeautiful,rapturous work, like "How Long Will I Be Able To Inhabit TheDivine Sepulcher..." I don't think he wrote that freely again, andwith such a musical emotional pull, until the later Flow Chart, which issometimes similar even in extact detail. Bees, for instance: "Willprobably always be haunted by a bee" and "polluted in any case bybees." Love is the main theme, after all, of Ashbery entire oeuvre.Somebody once said to me that his poems are like a whiff of perfume. Andit's true, in the best sense. Because they are lovely and contain that sortof romanticism and eroticism and one remembers them fondly. He may have, asI believe Pauline Kael wrote about the filmmaker Max Ophuls, "anostalgia for the present." Although he sometimes risks becoming anobjectionable purist himself--he can appear too fussy and argumentative forit's own sake, or even rude, at times--he is mostly kind, fair andbalanced, funny though he undeniably is. Who doesn't like a poet like that,or understand him? Even if one has a very different aesthetic, it can be anintoxicating or even comforting voice to listen to. The Selected Poems area good place to start, but then, if you have a chance, read the wholevolumes,and what's come after. You'll have a chance, because they oughtto be around forever. ... Read more

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five books from SOME TREES (1956) to THREE POEMS Amazon.com Review
Most critics would agree that John Ashbery is one of20th-century American poetry's finest voices. Perhaps his most admiredbook is Self-Portrait ina Convex Mirror, a culmination of themes, styles, and formswith which the poet experimented over the course of two decades. Now,the poet's devoted readers can trace his development through the firstfive books of his poetry, collected here in one handy volume. TheMooring of Starting Out represents Ashbery's work from 1956through 1972, comprising Some Trees, his first book; The Tennis Court Oath,written while he was living in Paris; Rivers and Mountains;The Double Dream of Spring; and Three Poems. ... Read more

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Ashbery's Pompatus of Love
Reviewing John Ashbery is a somewhat daunting prospect - but, then again, at one time I found just reading his poetry an equally intimidating proposal. Since you might be facing the latter situation, let me describe why I think this book, "The Mooring of Starting Out", is a particularly worthwhile place to enjoy Mr. Ashbery's work. Along the way I'll mention a useful book of essays about his poetry and try to briefly address the question of `meaning' in his poems.

You're probably here because you've read some of Ashbery's poetry - if so, you can't help but have noticed that his approach to language is very different from many poets. (If you have never read any of his work I suggest you go to the poets.org website to take a look at the samples posted.) If you remain undaunted, and are now considering buying this compilation of the contents of his first five books of poetry, good! Here's why.

Ashbery's first five books bounced around in style and approach much more so than his recent work. This is not to imply that he has settled into one or another form - he remains one of the most inventive poets around; just be encouraged to experience the wild ride that his early creative career seems to have comprised. You will get a multifaceted view of his paths to the powerful creativity of his more recent work: the magnificent epic of "Flow Chart" and the sweep of "Self-Portrait in Convex Mirror."

Each of the five offers its own unique appeal. The poems from "Some Trees" show a range of experimentation unusual in a first book - a lot of people back in 1956 must have been wondering where Ashbery was headed. Then "The Tennis Court Oath" appeared and, I'm told, outraged the poetry establishment; its jarring `meaning-less-ness' apparently leaving some feeling they were being hoodwinked. In 1967 "Rivers and Mountains" demonstrated Ashbery's facility for the long poem with "The Skaters", and between that book and the following "Double Dream of Spring" can be found many of the works considered exemplary of his first 16 years. Finally, in 1972, came book number five, my favorite, "Three Poems." Diving deep into a Proustian, paragraphless prose form, these three reflections on the nature of things seem as heartbreakingly timely now as they must have been then.

The really nice thing about "Mooring..." is that you have all five books in hand at once.Notwithstanding their arrangement in chronological order, you can skip around. I'd encourage you to do so. Otherwise you risk a `big gulp' effect - a disorder of digestion that will come from trying to `get through' sixteen years of his writing in a few days. After all, readers of"Some Trees" back in 1956 had six years to await the `outrages' of "Tennis Court"; six years to read and reread. Why should you clearcut the sixty-odd pages of "Trees" in an evening or two? Besides, the book comes with a stylish yellow bookmark-ribbon (at least the hardcover does), that you can use to keep track of a less-than-linear stroll through the poems in the book.

I must admit that I found myself frequently flummoxed by John Ashbery's poetry over the past few years since I first discovered his "Flow Chart." I was, nevertheless, drawn like a moth to SOMETHING in there. Now you may be a more clever reader than I, but it took a few prostheses for me to figure out what was going on - to start to get an idea why I was drawn to the poetry and what I was getting out of it.

If that sort of push-pull relationship has brought you this far to take a peek at his early work, let me loan you my crutch. I discovered a copy of "Beyond Amazement", a book of essays about Ashbery's poetry, published in 1980 and edited by David Lehman.I found this book invaluable. Sort of like those hook-ish things rock climbers use. You might still find yourself swinging out in space, but one or another of the essays in "Amazement" will have offered a view of the nature of Ashbery's poetic quest that can serve as an anchor of sorts.

You may, like me, skip the few essays in "Amazement" which overdo the lit-crit crowing, but mostly they are helpful: quite frank in acknowledging the `problem' of meaning in Ashbery's poetry and quite insightful in providing conceptual anchors for his readers. And since these essays were published before Ashbery's big `hits' they tilt more toward the works collected in "Mooring."

With the help of "Beyond Amazement", I have come to a wider appreciation of the forms of meaning in Ashbery's poetry and to a more satisfying reading of "The Mooring of Starting Out." Explicit meaning can be seen as only a piece of what most of us seek in poetry or any art. Given the wordless form of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, would we deny its powerful effect on a listener as holding no `meaning.' For that matter, just think about all those pieces of popular music over the years which you hummed over and over but whose lyrics you never even understood - what was the "pompatus of love" that Steve Miller sang of? We seem to feel meaning tugging at us from unverbal or simply incomprehensible realms, whether in poetry or any other work of art.

John Ashbery has spent almost fifty years mulling the ability of words, word-sounds, and even word-absences to line up on a page and nevertheless chart the less-than-linear bridge to meaning. "The Mooring of Starting Out" offers a fine glimpse into his early efforts.

The Distractions of Really
I'm just beginning my wrestle with this beautiful, maddening book and can already see it's going to be a long and fruitful one.Little here sounds early--the unsettling dreaminess, walking a thin line between philosophy and nonsense, is there from the first and only deepens.The voice is one you're bound to recognize, a blend of uncertainty and love for the surface beauty of things;a world constantly appearing, but never there long enough to leave more than a skater's trace.And tres American.It's hard to imagine (here in the first flush) how any other way of writing could speak so prettily and still keep a straight face in this doubting age of ours that offers so much to see and love.

A collection of his experimental early years.
A poet in the line of Whitman, Stevens, and Crane, Ashbery began his career as an art critic -- his early work reflects this aesthetic. A beautiful book, The Mooring of Starting Out includes the book Rivers andMountains, often considered Ashbery's greatest foray into the imaginativeverse of Poundian writers. It includes his first long poem, The Skaters,which is wonderful. This book is a treat if you like to think. ... Read more

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When it's good, it's very very good. But when it's bad...
John Ashbery, The Tennis Court Oath (Wesleyan, 1962)

Reading Ashbery's The Tennis Court Oath probably doesn't rank high on the list of many people's favorite things to do. But reading it while you've immersed yourself in a glut of Charles Simic is an especially bad idea. Simic is the quintessential surrealist writing in English today; Ashbery is sort of a weird, fuzzy cross between surrealism, dada, and L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E whose work is, by turns, incomprehensibly unreadable and quite good.

I opened the book to a random page and start quoting from the top left...

"You often asked me after hours
The glass pinnacle, its upkeep and collapse
Knowing that if we were in a barn
Straw panels would... Confound it
Te arboretum is bursting with jasmine and lilac
And all I can smell here is newsprint..."
("The New Realism")

Anyone who wants to take a stab at explaining that, by all means, go ahead. I cannot help but compare this stuff (as I did in a recent Jackson Mac Low review) to the work of John M. Bennett, which is completely nonsensical but SOUNDS like it shouldn't be. Reading John M. Bennett is like understanding how to read and pronounce a completely foreign language without understanding a single word; even when you have no idea what's going on, if you read it out loud, you can still do so smoothly and put inflections in all the right places to make it sound great. With this, the reader is reduced to stumbling through, trying to grasp some semblance of meaning in order to make it scan. (And we wonder why people ask "what does it mean?" when confronted with poetry. lord save us.)

But when Ashbery is on, he is quite on, and his work takes on a spectre of imagism; not enough to make the book worth buying, mind you, but enough to make it worth borrowing from the library. The more lucid sections of "Europe," for example, where Ashbery dispenses with the easy, wannabe dadaism and gets down to his subject (Beryl Markham), give the reader an idea of why Ashbery, not too long before this, was selected by the Yale Series of Younger Poets. But, as with many poetry collections, you wade through some swine to get to the pearls. In this case, they're often in the same poems. ** ½

The Unbroken Oath:Ashbery's Neglected Masterpiece
Wesleyan University Press has reissued a volume in its series of "classics" which deserves a place on the shelves of everyone interested in poetry in the last forty-five years.THE TENNIS COURT OATH is a series of experiments in poetry which are as daring and fresh today asthey were in 1962, when the book (Ashbery's second) first appeared.Thoughthe book contains some often anthologized pieces--"Faust" and"They Dream Only of America" for instance--the book reprints theless familiar "America," "Rain," and the 110 part poem"Europe." It is these more obscure poems that seem to offer thebest glimpse of the possibilities of Ashbery as a poet as well as thepossibilities for language and poetry in general.Reading these poems inthe light of Ashbery's interceding success as a poet, the book emerges as akind of rough blueprint for his career.No one who knows Ashbery's poem"Litany" (in AS WE KNOW, Viking, 1979) can look at the paralleltext of "To the Same Degree" in OATH and not see it as thefledgling form of the later work.Even "Europe," which theauthor himself admits was a kind of failure, demonstrates the daring searchfor a method of communication which Ashbery described (in 1962)as"perhaps a new kind of poetry which tries to use words in a newway....to use words abstractly as an abtract painter would usepaint....This has nothing to do with 'Imagism' or using words because oftheir sound--words are inseparable from their meaning and cannot be said toexist apart from it.My aim is to give the meaning free play and thefullest possible range [in an] attempt to get a greater, more complete kindof realism.""Europe," if it is a failure, is a brilliantone, saturated with the possibilities of language which dares to venture,as T. S. Eliot put it, at "the frontiers of consciousness, wheremeaning fails but feelings still persist."It is that sense ofexperimentation, of the avante-garde and the seemingly limitlesspossibilities for the language of poetry that the complete text of OATH,now reprinted, captures and presents to the reader.Those already familiarwith Ashbery's work will find the book an indispensible high-point in hiscanon, those unfamiliar with Ashbery will see a different kind of poetry,rife with new ideas and new hopes for relating language to the world itseeks to describe and of which it is part. John Ashbery's TENNIS COURTOATH, like his SELECTED POEMS (Viking, 1985) is simply a must for anyserious reader of late Twentieth-century and contemporary poetry. ... Read more

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"If we are absolutely modern—and we are—it's because Rimbaud commanded us to be."—John Ashbery, from the prefaceJohn Ashbery's long-awaited, virtuosic translation of Arthur Rimbaud's Illuminations is presented with the French textin parallel and a preface by its new translator. Given Rimbaud's own cavalier attitude toward his most substantial work, few would have thought the "bunch of unpaginated and untitled pages" that Rimbaud handed his former lover Paul Verlaine (who had attempted to assassinate him two years earlier) would turn out to be one of the greatest poems ever written. Yet, over time, this "collection of magic lantern slides," each an "intense and rapid dream," came to be recognized as an unparalleled masterpiece of world literature. Ashbery's rendering of all forty-four poems powerfully evokes the kaleidoscopic beauty of the original and creates "a vision of postdiluvian freshness" out of "the chaos of ice floes and the polar night."

A major literary event, Ashbery's new translation enables a new generation of English readers to enter "the splendid cities" so stunningly depicted by Rimbaud. ... Read more

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America's great poet and art critic, John Ashbery, presents some of his most provocative essays on art. Ashbery has long been one of America's most important art critics--first for the Paris Herald Tribune and later for New York and Newsweek. ... Read more

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Ashbery Unplugged
The range of styles surveilled in this anthology, chanted aloud, taps on the eardrum like some snooty, kibitzing skip-rope rhyme: from Flemish primitivism to Blakean theosophy to Japanese photography to Bulgarian art to Barbizon landscapes to Italian baroque to Francis Bacon�s death-empty Existenz....(And skip, and weave, and jump, and sashay.)Ashbery�s weekly obligation to grind out art-gallery reportage takes the edge off his game (there is little zing and panache in these articles, surely not the Ashbery of �Convex Mirror� or �Wet Casements� or �Tapestry�), but we can sense the poet assembling secret stanzas beneath the prim, deadpan facade, the lyrical footnoting of each gallery-critique with a submerged kabbalah of vision-forming events.Many of the articles seem like secret rehearsals for the sinuous liquid-measures that would shoal in on the melt-waters of Ashbery�s passing-strange future verse odysseys.Being forced to *respond* to such a barrage of multicultural artworks, consistently and intelligently, may have been the excitant to desert-thirst Ashbery needed, an entry-burn to some exotic, chimerical, Parisian boot-camp of the Critical Eye set to hone his assimilative powers.

Here, his tone is light and disaffected, rinsed clean of resentment, of snooty ire (of polemic, in short).He smiles without mirth.He muses quietly on the splotched canvases and hieroglyphic streaks of pigment smeared straight from the tube.The painting glasses his eye, drizzling a cool rain on the transformative poetic pyre, surrendering the *gravitas* of the nipping stanza for the quiet, unassuming air of journalism and reportage.Admirers of *Flow Chart* or *Houseboat Days* or *Can You Hear, Bird?* must tune to a different wavelength, endure Ashbery�s incognito for 400 pages of canny, priggish prose.

To his credit, however, Ashbery manages to clarify our confusion without diminishing it, allowing the painting or sculpture or collage to work its idiopathic design into the crawling hues of our ocular node, to extend its mesh of associations into us, to interleave its voice with the recessed intaglio of our deep painterly source-code, because the pattern gleams there, too.

Granted, all great love wants to *create* the beloved, and I may be over-subjectifying my experience of these essays.(Ashbery is, after all, no Arthur C. Danto, much less a Ruskin or a Pater.)Poems like �Tapestry� taught me how and whom to love, and left me burdened with a programme for self-enhancement that would keep me howling to an inward moon for as long as I can read and write (silly pretentious tart that I am).If no such creature is ever sighted, we are resolved to create one in its stead.Likewise, whenever Ashbery�s journalism disappoints us by not *attacking* these gallery-exhibitions with the same gold-standard inbreaking rush of poetic zeal we�ve come to expect, there is always the temptation to project our own cocksure aesthetic fantasies onto the stark-white glossy canvas of the not-quite-there.

�The conception is interesting: to see, as though reflected / In streaming windowpanes, the look of others through / Their own eyes....� --�Wet Casements�

Few people really care whether the canvases of George Mathieux really surge with polychromatic rhythms equal to the fin-de-siecle squiggling of France�s post-Dada cabal, whether William Blake�s illuminated epics prognosticate the kino-eye intensity of modern cinema, whether H.R. Giger�s machine-world mechanosphere can help us de-romanticize the industrial megalomania that has dessicated the Earth, and our refusal to know is already part of the disaster.Ashbery�s book stands a minor classic to help us bulwark the spelunking eye against an �anything goes� contemporary art-culture that would lead us to believe that, well, anything goes....

Nobody seems to remember the utopian art-academies that John Ruskin or Walter Pater (or, heck, even Camille Paglia) bequeathed to us in blueprint, a god-revealing curriculum that combined Renaissance audacity with the semiotic motion-sculptures of modern cinema with the elite conceptual sonatas of post-Nietzschean tragic theater to tear modern culture a new one.Rather we have university arts programs that nurture aggressive extroverts in fashion-victim garb who wouldn�t know the harsh, ascetic legacy of 20th-century modernism if it jumped up the wazoo.

A strong intertextual reading of *Reported Sightings* combined with Ashbery�s collected verse will permit us something of the strong Wildean vision of *The Critic As Artist*, where the vanished statues and apocalyptic chapel-ceilings of Renaissance boldness will be put to work alongside the chemo-industrial landscapes of cyberpunk-capitalism and the world philosophical cinema that lights up our pain fibers at the vanishing point of the man-made horizon, that renews the exploratorium of the Ruskinian and Paterian world-artist in the machine-environments forced on us by exponential cybernetic influx and 24-7 media spamming.....[pause for breath].

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notes toward the construction of a new world poetry
i offer merely a rough guideline from john ashbery's poetic blueprint. (for further instructions turn to ashbery's poem `so, yes'.)

ashbery reminiscences a scant nod toward reflection, as in his poem, `litanies', with:

`objects too are important.'

well:

`some of the time they are.'

and then we get the report in, `autumn tea leaves':

`all across europe a partial eclipse
is checking in: unsudden surprise
and it's sister, weary impatience,
mark the flow once the sluices
have been opened a little.'

and the important objects appear in the form of those sluices through which

`she came through smiling...'

to perishable and consumed objects:

`the cakes that were served--
is there a record of those? or leaves collected
in the hollow of a stump ...

or a small sail breasting the apparent tide,
on and out of the forever harbor, just this once?'

and, in `singalong', upon arrival a survey of stock of durable objects, and a final reflection and rest before the settlers set to work:

`it has to be hard
to have brought us this far.

any time soon
we'll manage to build barns,
paint, lock the padlocks, waive anything
dire.that way, we think, it will keep
that way, we think, it will keep
for us and for a while. other
than that we sleep, nod
like reeds at the edge of a pond.
those places left unplanted will be cultivated
by another, by others.'

another, before ashbery, was john berryman and his `homage to mistress bradstreet'.

A Blend of Complication and Intoxication
A Worldly Country, John Ashbery's new book of poems is rich with descriptive images which take the reader into unfamiliar territory in familiar surroundings.True to form, the language Ashbery employs is complex, and delicious, luring the reader in and caressing their intellect.Ashbery interlaces his humor and wit into a conversational tone that keeps the reader coming back for more.

Ashbery opens his collection with A Worldly Country, the title poem which is lyrical and rhythmic, and takes us into wartime and peace, chaos and calm. We get the sense of the chaos and turmoil near the middle of the poem:

Leftover bonbons were thrown to the chickens/And geese who squawked like the very dickens./There was no peace in the bathroom, none in the china closet/Or the banks, where no one came to make a deposit./In short all hell broke loose that wide afternoon.


By the end of the poem there is a sense of calm, and profound mortality:

One minute we were up to our necks in rebelliousness,/And the next, peace had subdued the ranks of hellishness.

Ashbery is known for his quest to stump the critics with the meaning behind his poetry, and the difficulty readers have interpreting some of his poems.His quest is clearly continued in this new collection.Although he (Ashbery) asserts that his poetry is about the difficulty of ones own thinking and coming to ones own conclusion, he also believes his poems to be accessible, for those who care to access them.

Although there are one or two poems which are fairly comprehensible, such as The Black Prince which refers to prince Edward, most of the pieces in A Worldly Country could be likened to drinking a cup of spiked punch; the words are familiar, yet once you ingest them, they become strange and intoxicating, sending your head spinning, and your mind into a sotted stupor.

Mottled Tuesday is one such experience. We drink in the familiar words of lines such as;

Amorous ghosts will pursue us/for a time, but sometimes they get, you know, confused and /forget to stop when we do, as they continue to populate this/fertile land with their own bizarre self-imaginings.

Yet when we roll the words around in our mouth, it dizzies our minds trying to come to some sort of universal significance.


This complexity does not dissuade or discourage the reader, but rather encourages them to forge forward, making it a personal quest to uncover a meaning, some meaning, THE meaning to the latest works of art created by one of the best American contemporary poets.

Ashbery Does It Again
As a longtime admirer of John Ashbery's poetry, I am happy to say that in his latest collection, A Worldly Country, written in his seventies, he still has his poetry chops.The poems are characterized by the skillful use of language, striking connections, and surprising shifts in tone that are present in his earlier work.There may be more of a melancholy undertone in these poems, but maybe not.Ashbery continues to delight. ... Read more

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First published in 1984 and now appearing in a new edition, A Wave is widely considered one of Ashbery's finest books of poetry. The 44 pieces collected here--particularly the long title-poem--find the poet applying his uniquely lyric, meditative, and often hilarious sensibility to the mysterious and incessant curves and crests of love, art, thought, experience, and selfhood.
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A capacious collection of post-Ashbery US poetics...
This is a superb, well-crafted, and capacius collection of the post-Ashbery US poetics which pervades the very climate of Americanist thinking about poetic subjectivity, language, identity, the trauma ofbroken narcissism, the promise of the sublime after Wallace Stevens andAndre Breton and so on.

The range of poets who consider themselves inwhat she calls "the tribe of John" is quite amazing in itself,what you might congregate as "the other tradition" ofdis-Americanizing, wild, and risk-taking poetics from Bernstein to Creeley,Walter Lew, and John Yau et al.Saludos, Susan, for your care andtransnational vision of the future. This is a fine work of culturalpoetics, that should move out beyond poetry enclaves as such into"cultural studies." of US selfhood and the mongrel banality/ ofAmerican language. ... Read more

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One never knows where they are (going) in an Ashbery poem.
_Three Poems_ is a journey of language itself; no destination of intention or meaning. One experiences a transparency--no mediation of form--of emotional states. These Ashbery poems are linguistic potential, potentially linguistic . . . nothing ever actualized by "saying". Ashbery circumambulates the thresholds of silence to collapse a medium shown to be inadequate to its content. It is this particular work that forced critical theories such as Deconstruction.These poems are not texts . . . the best "language poetry" since Stein's _Tender Buttons_. ... Read more

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"Reticent, shy, unfailingly modern, Ashbery is as unorthodox [as] any of the great twentieth-century creators: Breton, Stravinsky, Picasso," observed Jeremy Reed in Britain's Poetry Review. "We are privileged to be around at a time when he is writing." Flow Chart, a book-length poem that first appeared in 1991, might be Ashbery's greatest creation: a staggering and exuberant "torrent of invention [that] comes as close to an epic poem as our postmodern, nonlinear, deconstructed sensibilities will allow. . . . "
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The Best "Interview" of Ashbery
When I first started to read Flow Chart, or even as the intimidating book was in the waiting room of "to read" books, I thought the epic was going to be striped with doldrums but also accompanied with the great Ashbery I have come to know in reading all the previous poetry of Flow Chart and his latest Chinese Whispers and Your Name Here. Well, the poem (divided in six digestable sections) was virtually void of rambling while being inclusive of most voices that Ashbery has mastered.
I have read Flow Chart only one time through, (although with a pink highlighter) and I would describe this poem with a knee-jerk reaction as something like a nervous host of a party that flits from one guest to another. Ashbery doesn't stay on one exact "subject" for long (even though Ashbery says he has no subject). This poem is very tangential. He will introduce in a semi-confessional mode some of his fears about writing and the creative processes and droughts that a poet will ultimately go through, but he will run off the track for an enjoyable detour about a favorable memory.
This book is to be enjoyed for its melancholic closeness that it allows us as readers and as a kind of handbook for writers. In handbook I mean that there are "writer" topics to be enjoyed: critics, past, sexuality, the end, precursors, disciples, and even shallow things like being recognized for achievements whether political or well-deserved.
The one negative about Flow Chart is that one should be a seasoned reader of poetry and more so John Ashbery to thoroughly enjoy it. Flow Chart is the closest thing we have in literature that allows a reader inside the mind of a great thinker and poet while shielding off melodrama and boredom. There is a loosenessin life's conversation that this book contains while keeping a thoughtful and philosophical centrality to it. Every large and small division has a subconscious apprehension or exuberance about life and more importantly art. On page 147 Ashbery says, "The same things happen over and over again under such different guises[.]" And in the closing lines Ashbery again reflects his thoughts of his recyclability of poetry by saying, "I still think I shall be the same person/ when I get up/ to leave, and then repeat the formulas that have come to us so many times/ in the past[.]"
I find this book much like a couch discussion or "free association." There are moments of released repression and healthy enlightenment juxtaposed with casual but interesting life "things."
Ashbery in Flow Chart uses all the leg room available to display his poetic powers. This is his finest achievement through 1992 ,and perhaps in the long poem format still his best to date.

funny
There is a great deal of humor in this work.Ashbery is a very droll writer.

Must-read Ashbery
Let's assume you're browsing this page because you have at least some familiarity with John Ashbery's poetry.Let's assume you're familiar with the classic short poems represented well in the Selected Poems (you should be), perhaps the long poems like "the Skaters" or "AWave" or "Self Portrait in a Convex Mirror (read them too).Oncethat reading is behind you, and especially if you've read the three longpieces in Three Poems, Flow Chart is a necessary next adventure.Before Iread Flow Chart, I think I carried a prejudice against long poems, andgiven Ashbery's tendency to difficulty, the prospect of reading Flow Chartwas exactly my idea of laborious reading.But once I began my fears andprejudices disappeared.Though I was already a fan of Ashbery, and hadread and reread most of his work, Flow Chart was soon tops on my list ofsatisfying reading experiences.And exactly that term,"experience", is what distinguishes this Book above mere books,separates this Poem from American poetry.This is a book one reads toexperience oneself reading, to participate, so to speak, as a reader insidewhat must be called a work of art.By my measure, this is Ashbery at hisvery finest, freest, most exuberant, and most melancholy.Don't let thelength dissuade you from reading this poem.Give yourself some time, allowyourself to take it in slowly, over the course of a week or two.You mightfind yourself, as I did, finishing a first reading and immediatelyscheduling the next weekend to enjoy it again in a single sitting. ... Read more