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Imagine a painter crucified by his subject!
John Ashbery
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John Ashbery
Age: 90 †
Born: 1927
Born: July 28
Died: 2017
Died: September 3
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Sometimes a musical phrase would perfectly sum up The mood of a moment. One of those lovelorn sonatas For wind instruments was riding past on a solemn white horse. Everybody wondered who the new arrival was.
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The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.
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In the increasingly convincing darkness The words become palpable, like a fruit That is too beautiful to eat.
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Expecting rain, the profile of a day Wears its soul like a hat.
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Once a happy old man One can never change the core of things, and light burns you the harder for it.
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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.
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The winter does what it can for its children.
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And we may be led, then, upward through more Powerful forms of poetry, past columns With peeling posters on them, to the country of indifference. Meanwhile if the swell diapasons, blooms Unhappily and too soon, the little people are nonetheless real.
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Poetry comes to me out of thin air or out of my unconscious mind. It's sort of the way dreams come to us and the way that we get knowledge from them, through television, old movies, which I watch a lot of. Lines of dialogue suddenly seem to be part of a poem.
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Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night.
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What is the past, what is it all for? A mental sandwich?
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Part of the strength of Pollock and Rothko's art, in fact, is this doubt as to whether art may be there at all.
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Things can harden meaningfully in the moment of indecision
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A perfect example of the new republic's urge to drape itself with the togas of classical respectability.
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The soul establishes itself. But how far can it swim out through the eyes And still return safely to its nest?
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Reading is a pleasure, but to finish reading, to come to the blank space at the end, is also a pleasure.
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Life is beautiful. He who reads that As in the window of some distant, speeding train Knows what he wants, and what will befall.
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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.
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And the way Though discontinuous, and intermittent, sometimes Not heard of for years at a time, did, Nonetheless, move up, although, to his surprise It was inside the house, And always getting narrower.
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You stupefied me. We waxed, Carnivores, late and alight In the beaded winter. All was ominous, luminous.
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