By John Ashbery
This twenty third assortment from Harold Bloom's favourite dwelling American poet is a modestly scaled affair: it doesn't finish with a grand lengthy poem, which has develop into an Ashbery trademark considering Rivers and Mountains, neither is it specifically sizeable like are you able to listen, fowl nor does it even include many poems that reach greater than 3 pages (the name poem, at seven pages, is the longest). The publication as an entire takes the pleasures of video games and makes of them poetic seductions; the adjective "Ashberian"—part Joseph Cornell, half Henry James, half shut Encounters—is maybe the one one attainable to explain the paintings at this aspect: "Another's narrative supplants the crawling/ stock-market costs. like several great things/ lifestyles has a tendency to head on too long.../ Rains shower the rainbow,/ and the form of evening is an empty cylinder,/ concentrated at us, urging its noncompliance/ nearer alongside the way in which we selected to go." maybe his secret's in delivering us with the event of poor come across within the convenience of our personal poem, person who we will be able to decide to occupy for years, even after getting to know the thrashing middle below the floorboards.
You intended greater than lifestyles to me. I lived through
you no longer understanding, now not realizing i used to be living.
I discovered that you just known as for me. I got here to where
you have been residing, up a stair. there has been not anyone there.
No one to understand me. The legality of it
upset a chair. time and again to celebrate
we have been known as jointly and where
we have been there has been not anything there,
nothing that's anyplace. We handed obliquely,
leaving no stare. whilst the solar was once performed muttering,
in an positive manner, it used to be time to go away that there.
-- from "The New Higher"