By John Ashbery
A quintessentially American epic poem that rewrites the entire ideas of epic poetry—starting with the person who says epic poetry can't be in regards to the writing of epic poetry itself
The visual appeal of move Chart in 1991 marked the kickoff of a remarkably prolific interval in John Ashbery's lengthy occupation, a decade within which he released seven all-new books of poetry in addition to a amassed sequence of lectures on poetic shape and perform. So it comes as no shock that this book-length poem—one of the longest ever written via an American poet—reads like a rocket release: charged, propulsive, enthralling, a sequence of cautious explosions that, jointly, create a thorough ahead motion.
It's been acknowledged that circulation Chart used to be written according to a dare of types: Artist and pal Trevor Winkfield instructed that Ashbery write a poem of precisely 100 pages, a problem that Ashbery took up with plans to accomplish the poem in a single hundred days. however the celebrated paintings that finally emerged from its squared-off beginning tale was once one who the poet himself referred to as "a continuum, a diary." In six attached, continuously fabulous activities of unfastened verse—with the well-known "sunflower" double sestina thrown in, simply to toughen the poem's personal multivarious logic—Ashbery's poem maps a direction via sleek American attention with all its attendant noise, clamor, and sign: "Words, besides the fact that, should not the offender. they're at worst a placebo, / prime nowhere (though nowhere, it needs to be extra, can occasionally be a comfy / position, best in lots of situations to somewhere)."
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His breath blurs and blows away in the wind. His snowman stands in our backyard. Then the game changes. He runs and, twisting in midair, he leaps and falls out full upon his back, winding his arms to make an angel, laughing, beginning to rise. Spent, he falls asleep in the snow, his arms still ready to rise. I step up to him and bend down to lift him from the shape he’s made, his image frozen in this snow, my mind. of Silence~43 44~Davis Winter Light All night through the dark the dark is falling.
On the street below your window, while you watch, no one moves, but there, imprinting the new snow, footprints appear. of Silence~27 28~Davis Driftwood Summer With boards on our backs and girls dug out of the sand, we walked miles of water and sun, following the waves. With bronzed muscles and bleached hair, we ate the air, devil-may-care to home and love. Evenings, under the moon, in the glare of driftwood flames, we sang and slept and made love on the sand. Each new day we arose, took up our boards, and went out to practice walking on water.
In the lower left-hand corner, sitting quietly beside a fallen wall, is the wife you took so long to find. The tall trees in the background, blown by wind, half-cover your father’s face. Your dog that died is sleeping under a broken bucket near the dried-up well. Your brothers are wrestling beneath the slow waters of the river. Your son’s laugh is hidden under a stone. The wind that is moving across the scene is speaking of all that you have seen, and whispering your name, your name. Dismantlements On a Hill in Crete Knossos stands on a hill like any other hill here.