Sunday, September 03, 2017

John Ashbery, R. I. P.

The New York Times: John Ashbery, who was one of the most original and enigmatically challenging poets of the late 20th century and hailed as one of its greatest, died on Sunday at his home in Hudson, N.Y. He was 90.  

Hat tip to Jeff Meyerson.


Don Coffin said...

Man...I suppose Ashbery was not one of my favorite poets, but when he was good, he was very, very good. I know he had been in ill health for a while, I knew that he had reached the age where this was not really going to be a surprise...but, man...

"This is a poem by John Ashbery that is composed of movie titles."


They all kissed the bride.
They all laughed.
They came from beyond space.
They came by night.

They came to a city.
They came to blow up America.
They came to rob Las Vegas.
They dare not love.

They died with their boots on.
They shoot horses, don’t they?
They go boom.
They got me covered.

They flew alone.
They gave him a gun.
They just had to get married.
They live. They loved life.

They live by night.
They drive by night.
They knew Mr. Knight.
They were expendable.

They met in Argentina.
They met in Bombay.
They met in the dark.
They might be giants.

They made me a fugitive.
They made me a criminal.
They only kill their masters.
They shall have music.

They were sisters.
They still call me Bruce.
They won’t believe me.
They won’t forget.

Unknown said...

Thanks, Don. Ashberry wasn't a favorite of mine, either, but I did like some of his work that I've read, including this one.

Jeff Meyerson said...

"Difficult" and "challenging" were words used to describe his work. I do like that one.