john ashbery
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Double Freilicher
The ribbon around a bomb. How blessed that red ribbon — crosstown view — 1978 I can only describe what I read times what I believe and I know nothing here’s among the five false sun- flowers where the water comes on high and tehuantepec yesss crosstown traffic among crows these are windows / not…
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Poem for The New Yorker
Wikipedia Poem, No. 997 gothic piping which is world embarrassing themselves year over year, bertolt. frequently seemingly the night of iron and i can tell you, heather, in my advice to cross today and that quietly seemingly obviously the world is embarrassing — there were loves missing which is to say watching the world embarrassing…
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Three Translations of Rimbaud
Antique Arthur Rimbaud Gracieux fils de Pan! Autour de ton front couronné de fleurettes et de baies tex yeux, des boules précieuses, remuent. Tachées de lies brunes, tes joues se creusent. Tes crocs luisent. Ta poitrine ressemble à une cithare, des tintements circulent dans tes bras blonds. Ton cœur bat dans ce ventre où dort…
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‘Royalty’ by Arthur Rimbaud, trans. John Ashbery
Royauté Un beau matin, chez un peuple fort doux, un homme et une femme superbes criaient sur la place publique. «Mes amis, je veux qu’elle soit reine!» «Je veux être reine!» Elle riait et tremblait. Il parlait aux amis de révélation, d’épreuve terminée. Ils se pâmaient lun contre l’autre. En effet ils furent rois toute…
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Eighteen Wheeler at Speed (Broken Time)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 818 is oblomov soaring only when giacometti is on? what about oblomov oh you don’t know? enough with the joists monetizing pastures run out loud no maggot-lonely world no doesn’t know enough about capital sarah morris now and time too mustn’t be so ashberian insomniaholic holy whirling amongst eyeful photosynthetics evans was…
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Ashbery on the Beauty of Deadlines
Source: Lehman, David. The Last Avant-Garde: The Making of the New York School of Poets. 1999. Print.
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John Ashbery, 1927-2017
“Fear of Death” by John Ashbery What is it now with me And is it as I have become? Is there no state free from the boundry lines Of before and after? The window is open today And the air pours in with piano notes In its skirts, as though to say, “Look, John, I’ve…
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David Remnick
Referential in a way John Ashbery could never be — I’ve yet to read John Ashbery. I’m at the ironbark dreaming, Except I’m not; I’m ironstone. The world will not let me Say what I mean; or I Come across Weak, watered down And cheap. I’m afraid to pay For what I deserve; “Alright. Honey,…
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