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John Ashbery

John Lawrence Ashbery (born July 28, 1927) is 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, he once joked that some critics still view him as "a harebrained, homegrown surrealist whose poetry defies even the rules and logic of Surrealism."

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Anne Dunn - Critical Opinion
... woods as well as if we lived there ourselves." -John Russell - The New York Times, 18 May 1979 "...These somewhat mysterious drawings project an air that is both sensuous ... She relies on simplicity to imply the complexities of things." -John Bernard Myers - Art World, New York, May 1982 " A true painter is on hand here, and one who could trust herself to work with ... she edited the journal Art and Literature with Rodrigo Moynihan, Sonia Orwell and John Ashbery ...
The Best Of The Best American Poetry 1988-1997 - Poets and Poems Included
... Ammons from "Strip"" 1997 John Ashbery "Baked Alaska" 1993 John Ashbery "Myrtle" 1994 John Ashbery "The Problem of Anxiety" 1997 Elizabeth Bishop "It is Marvellous ... Hecht "Prospects" 1995 Edward Hirsch "Man on a Fire Escape" 1992 John Hollander "Kinneret" 1989 John Hollander "An Old-Fashioned Song" 1990 John ...
John Ashbery - Further Reading
... Ben Hickman, John Ashbery and English Poetry, Edinburgh University Press, 2012 Stephen Shore, Lynne Tillman, The Velvet Years Warhol's Factory 1965-1967 ...

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    Summer involves going down as a steep flight of steps
    To a narrow ledge over the water. Is this it, then,
    This iron comfort, these reasonable taboos,
    Or did you mean it when you stopped? And the face
    Resembles yours, the one reflected in the water.
    John Ashbery (b. 1927)

    Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living.
    The night is cold and delicate and full of angels
    Pounding down the living. The factories are all lit up,
    The chime goes unheard.
    We are together at last, though far apart.
    —John Ashbery (b. 1927)