Wednesday, June 26, 2013

John Ashbery's poetry, a reflection

Reading John Ashbery's poetry is like chasing a fox through a forest.
I can see the delicate and nimble flash darting and dashing through the lush vegetation and majestic stands, but I can never catch it.  If I remain intensely attentive, I can follow it through the turns, till suddenly at the end of the last line, the fox abruptly vanishes.  Then lifting my eyes from the page, I find myself in a completely different place.