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From Publishers Weekly
Readers have at times confused Ashbery's ( Flow Chart ) interest in examining the appearances of things with a lack of poetic depth. The reasons? Perhaps that Ashbery is typically intrigued by surfaces because his main theme is the perception of reality; and, being of a more lyrical than critical inclination, he pursues philosophical investigation in, by and through poetry, so that his poems tend to embody the idea that is their subject. In his 16th collection, Ashbery once again addresses his chosen theme--and others--through many tightly bound short poems and a longer piece in 13 parts, the title poem. And while his main concern is the work of the imagination, he begins to sound a more narrative voice, while never allowing the poems to develop into true extended narratives. The poet is less reticent (though still far from explicit) in committing himself to the ideas sown in his work. Also, he takes up an unaccustomed subject: the discerning of a poem after the poet's passing, implying his own death. Characteristically, it is in his longer poems that Ashbery holds a situation up to the light and approaches it most variously and richly. Though readers may not grasp or even catch sight of every angle, they will be gripped.
Copyright 1994 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
From Booklist
Ashbery is as waggish and surprising as ever here, in his sixteenth collection. He is blessed with an irrepressible {‚}elan, dealing surrealistic images like a magician snapping cards one moment, then, in another, slipping into teasing colloquialisms to amuse and divert us just long enough for him to drive home some unexpected truth. Most of the 58 poems assembled here are brief and fleet as Ashbery toys with the mind's overlays of memories, moods, observations, and the "dewy mess of a dream." Out of the fizz of his landscapes and cryptic anecdotes emerge curious declarations about how to live lightly but feel deeply, how to laugh at the craziness and treasure glimpses of beauty and bursts of humor. Ashbery is animated and agile, devilish and debonair, bright and cunning. In the title poem, the book's longest, he writes: "We sure live in a bizarre and furious/ galaxy." Indeed, and Ashbery often has it by its tail. Donna Seaman --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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Readers have at times confused Ashbery's ( Flow Chart ) interest in examining the appearances of things with a lack of poetic depth. The reasons? Perhaps that Ashbery is typically intrigued by surfaces because his main theme is the perception of reality; and, being of a more lyrical than critical inclination, he pursues philosophical investigation in, by and through poetry, so that his poems tend to embody the idea that is their subject. In his 16th collection, Ashbery once again addresses his chosen theme--and others--through many tightly bound short poems and a longer piece in 13 parts, the title poem. And while his main concern is the work of the imagination, he begins to sound a more narrative voice, while never allowing the poems to develop into true extended narratives. The poet is less reticent (though still far from explicit) in committing himself to the ideas sown in his work. Also, he takes up an unaccustomed subject: the discerning of a poem after the poet's passing, implying his own death. Characteristically, it is in his longer poems that Ashbery holds a situation up to the light and approaches it most variously and richly. Though readers may not grasp or even catch sight of every angle, they will be gripped.
Copyright 1994 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
From Booklist
Ashbery is as waggish and surprising as ever here, in his sixteenth collection. He is blessed with an irrepressible {‚}elan, dealing surrealistic images like a magician snapping cards one moment, then, in another, slipping into teasing colloquialisms to amuse and divert us just long enough for him to drive home some unexpected truth. Most of the 58 poems assembled here are brief and fleet as Ashbery toys with the mind's overlays of memories, moods, observations, and the "dewy mess of a dream." Out of the fizz of his landscapes and cryptic anecdotes emerge curious declarations about how to live lightly but feel deeply, how to laugh at the craziness and treasure glimpses of beauty and bursts of humor. Ashbery is animated and agile, devilish and debonair, bright and cunning. In the title poem, the book's longest, he writes: "We sure live in a bizarre and furious/ galaxy." Indeed, and Ashbery often has it by its tail. Donna Seaman --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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