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Sunday, April 10, 2011

Sunday blog: John Ashbery’s “More Pleasant Adventures”

Ashbery


I met John Ashbery at a reading once. He was small and frail and very cute with his big owlish glasses on, and I told him how much I enjoyed his poetry, and he sort of giggled.

 

I love his earlier poetry especially, and some of his more recent stuff.

 

This poem, written in 1983 and featured in a recent issue of the New York Review of Books, I love entirely.

 

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More Pleasant Adventures

The first year was like icing.
Then the cake started to show through.
Which was fine, too, except you forget the direction you’re taking.
Suddenly you are interested in some new thing
And can’t tell how you got here. Then there is confusion
Even out of happiness, like a smoke—
The words get heavy, some topple over, you break others.
And outlines disappear once again.

Heck, it’s anybody’s story,
A sentimental journey—“gonna take a sentimental journey,”
And we do, but you wake up under the table of a dream:
You are that dream, and it is the seventh layer of you.
We haven’t moved an inch, and everything has changed.
We are somewhere near a tennis court at night.
We get lost in life, but life knows where we are.
We can always be found with our associates.
Haven’t you always wanted to curl up like a dog and go to sleep like a dog?

In the rash of partings and dyings (the new twist),
There’s also room for breaking out of living.
Whatever happens will be quite ingenious.
No acre but will resume being disputed now,
And paintings are one thing we never seem to run out of.



 

 

 

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