Friday, April 21, 2006
John Ashbery "A WAVE"
I guess it's taken me awhile to say anything at all about John Ashbery...if I like something so much, language just becomes a total loss for me. And when speaking about someone who has the mojo to work language into something ...something familiar I don't even want to explain it, cuz how can you explain familiarity unless of course, you are John Ashbery?
Here is the first Pomo from "A Wave"
* AT NORTH FARM *
Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you,
At incredible speed, traveling day and night,
Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through narrow passes.
But will he know where to find you,
Recognize you when he sees you,
Give you the thing he has for you?
Hardly anything grows here,
Yet the granaries are bursting with meal,
The sacks of meal piled to the rafters.
The streams run with sweetness, fattening fish;
Birds darken the sky. Is it enough
That the dish of milk is set out at night,
That we think of him sometimes,
Sometimes and always, with mixed feelings?