Poetry Discovered; 44; John Ashbery

it discovered at eighteen at dachau at a new york but this idea that you audie i invited to listen to poetry to say tonight we hear poetry by john ashdown <unk> ashbury was born in rochester new york in nineteen thirty seven he was the editor of the other so this is an important provision publication believing i'm john ashbury i was

born in there nineteen twenty seven in rochester new york and i published three books of poetry tonight i'll read you some bones from a recently published collection which is entitled rivers and mountains published by old when martin winston i'd like to start out by reading air around the long poem entitled clips and wrote this as a greek word meaning a kind of water operated clock which was used in ancient greece and also in egypt this poem is i think to recent phones of mine which are intended for aid in more abstract kind of poetry with with fewer injury with less injury then when i was writing before any recovery before you can judge hasn't the sky return for moving the other authority recently dropped rested as

much of that severe sunshine as you need now on the way you go the reason why it happened only since you woke up is letting the steam disappear from those clouds when the landscape all around is huey sites that will have to be recommended the total for there to be more a year that is more fit this raid into the and the deuce result them land this means never getting any closer to the basic principle operating behind it into the distracted entity of them are irish the half men have perceived notions of frowns of idle bit that our summer and expansion in two drafts the reply wiggins easily they're in from untruth to wield moment scarcely called into being before it swells the way a waterfall drums at different levels each moan of utterances the true one likewise none are true

only is a bounding from ear to ear a serpentine gesture which hides the truth behind a common group message the way here hides the sky is infect tearing it went from when this very moment with the sky has pleaded already and this is about as graceful a kind of non absence is either has a right to expect whether it's the form of some creator was momentarily turned away marrying detachment with respect so the pieces are seen as parts of the spectrum independents it's symbolically are spaced out times arrival whether on the other hand all of it is to be seen as no luck a recurring whiteness like the face of stone pleasure urging forward his nostrils were only meant just that the argument that is its weight has already left these behind it is it would have you believe the white bean up ahead that matters unformed yale's rocketing affected turns and tones of

voice called by overshadows toward some clout of belief or it sounds dated circumference but the light has already gone from there to and maybe that these lines can trekking into a plane we hear so much of its further action that lasted seems that he's weak are taking into account rather than are the reply that prompted the question and that the letter like a person waking up kilo has a sensation of having drank the whole thing of returning to participate in their dream until the last word is exhausted certainly this is a piece of a sort likeness drying in the sun if we have progressed toward the whole thing about an hour ago as long as it is there you'll these aren't as its head of wall sinks deeper as the hollowed by sunlight that just fits over it is both neeraj and the little that was present the miserable totality must again given moment like your eyes and always be covered such as your hands in

last accents be an any dream of ever wanting them again to have this to be constantly coming back from nothing more really i'm surprised at your absence and preparing to continue the dialogue into those mysterious and near regions that are precisely the time of its being furthered seeing it as it was dividing that time casting colored paddles against the welter of the future of disunion just to abolish confusion and for midlevel walks into the gaze of its standing around admiringly it was then it was these moments that were the truth o each tabor in the distance surround the night but what have their blindness instead and was this the fact of being so turn in on each other that neither would ever see his way clear again it did that stagger the imagination so long as it stayed this way comparable to exclusion from the light of the stars of cringed every incentive that being an eagle was dick way as though they're round time or

owning the reverse some more conceivable vengeful purpose to become known once it's resolved had more or less established the look of the horizon but the condition of those moments of timeless us to city and blindness was being joined secretly so that their parents would cross again and be separated only to join again in a final assumption rising like a shout in the endless and the discovery of the declaratory nature of the distance traveled all this is not without small variations and surprises it invisible found continually destroys it refreshes the predictions then it's their personal a function of the assurance with which it's understood assurance which you might say cause a long wait for conditioning whatever result but there was no statement at the beginning there was only a breathless waste don't cry shaping everything and projected aftereffects orphaned by playing the part intended for them

the one must not forget that the nature of this emptiness these provisions was that it could only happen here on this page held too close to be legible sprouting you're a share is accepted they handed everything in a transparent sphere of what was intended only a moment ago spiraling for the road it's just you're filing dissolving in the weather it was a long way back of sadness of that first meeting a half triumph an imaginary feeling which still protected its events and pauses the way a telescope protects it's too distant now and all include the coming and going moving courtly up two other levels preparing to spend the night there were the tiny figures halt as darkness comes on besides some wild card in immediate personally and skip which is a further advantage of being what surrounds without insisting very bright so honorably offered and accepted in the same spirit there was in fact pleasure in those high walls each

moment seemed to bore back into centuries for profit managed in an old way of looking at the continuing shape those slips into a smile or it was like standing at the edge of the harbor early on a summer morning with a discreet shadows cast by the water all around and a feeling again of emptiness but of richness in the way the whole thing has organized and what a miraculous scale really what is meant by human level with the figures of giants not too much bigger than the men who have come to petition them a moment that gave then only itself but also the means of keeping it of not turning to dust or gestures somewhere up ahead but of becoming complicated like a torrent new dark passages tears and laughter which are a sign of life and distant life in this case and yet bezos happens there would come a moment when acts no longer sufficed and the calm of his true progression heartening to shreds of another kind of calm returning to the conclusion it's promises undertaken before any

formal agreement had been reached hence the rich that was a shadow the colossal reason behind those like a second rigid body behind the one you know it's yours and it was in vain that tears blood the contract now because it had been freely drawn up an incentive to as insurance against a very condition it was now so officially seeking to establish it reduced another world the round one of the telescope to kind of very fine powder or dust so small its base could not remember it thereafter any signs of feeling were cut short by the comfort and security a certain elegance even like the fittings of a ship but our after almost normal things in the world is perhaps but the words after all are important for understanding the almost exaggerated strip most of the condition and why in spite of this it seemed the validity of the former continuing was not likely to be reinstated for a long time after all that too might be possible is indeed all kinds

of things are possible and a widening angle of the day it comes to blush with pleasure and increase so that light sinks into itself becomes dark and heavy like a surface stained with ink there was something not quite good are correct about the way things were looking recently hasn't the point of all this new construction been to provide protective medium for the exchanges each felt such vital concern and wasn't now giving itself the ears of a palace and yet her hair never been so long it was a feeling of well being if you will as your smallest this for granted the whole surface ultra sensitive but its fierceness was still acquiescence to nature of his goodness already passed and was a kind of sweet acknowledgement of how the past is yours to keep him visible if you wish but also to make certain elaboration swim in this way prolonged you're dancing non discovery and brittle useless

architecture that is nevertheless the map of your desires you're approachable beyond madness and the toll of approaching night if only desire to arrange it this way your acts arsenals against this quiet invasion long name prosper and near years be the throes of what is even now exhausting itself in one last effort to eyewitness it could only be a map of the world in their defeat such peninsula as it's become prolongation so your reluctance to approach but also fein days was memorable six sessions of events which are we ever afterwards tempted to do well i'm not speaking of partially successful attempt to be opposition anybody at all can read that page is only to be thrust in front of him i mean there's something much broader the sum total of all the private aspects that can ever become legible and what is outside as much in the rocks and foliage is in the invisible look of the distant either in the

iron fist that suddenly closes over your own i see myself in its totality and meanwhile i'm only a transparent design of manners and private words with the certainty of being about default and even the scrum of life i also to you for being so close as to see allow the knowledge of that other voluntary life and so keep its root in darkness until your maturity when you're here will actually be the branches of a tree with a light pouring through them it intensifies echoes in such a way is to form a channel to absorb every court motion in this way any direction taking was the right one leading first to you and through you to myself that it's beyond you and which is the same thing as space that is the stammering vehicles that remained unknown eating the sky in all sincerity because a difference can never be made up therefore when an exam in the distance it seemed he had been repeating the same

stupid phrase over and over throughout his life meanwhile infant destinies and suavely matured there was to be in meeting our collection of them that very evening he was out of it of course for having lane happily awake and tepid fringes of that field or whatever who center was beginning to churned darkly but even more for having the progression of minutes by accepting them as one except drops of rain as a former shower and without worrying about the fine whether that will come after why shouldn't all climate in all music be equal without growing there should be invariable balance of contentment to hold everything in place ministering to stunted memories helping them stand alone in return into the world without ever looking back at what they might have become even though in doing so they might just once had been the truth that invisible still surrounds us like here is the dividing force between our slightest steps in the notes taken on them it's because

everything is relative that we shall never see in that sphere of pure wisdom and entertainment much more than groping shadows of an incomplete for existence so close it burns like a mouth that closes down over all your effort like the moment of death that stays raging and burning the design of its intentions into the house of your brain into you wake up along with certainty that it wasn't a dream you're only clue to why the walls are turning on you and why the windows no longer speak of time but of themselves transparent guardians you invented for what there was to hide which is now grown up on her way as a jew exists when there's no one to look at it in this existence sets your own perhaps you're being kept here only so that somewhere else the peculiar life of someone's purpose can blaze unexpectedly any acute angles of the rooms is not a question then and having that lived in saying what is man is that this distance

interview the way you really are is a test of how you see yourself and regardless of whether or not you as the tape in maybe assumed that you've won with this wooden and external representation returns the full echo what you meant with nothing left over from the circumference know it quebec's possibilities become president act in humans wear them like clothing moving in the shadow of your single into existence waking intact appreciation of it while mourning is still before the body is changed by the faces of evening it's b and i read a poem written a few years ago called rivers and mountains which is which gave its title to the collection that might be interesting for you know this film was inspired

by he scores on an exhibition korea art and it is a kind of oriental cast too i think in that there's a river born though the phrase i'm only an assassinated president which some people thought was a reference to president kennedy all of that this song was actually written before the assassination rivers and mountains and the secret met the assassins question when river was marked nearly eighteen peaks in the city of humiliation in defeat one ending of the trail among dry papery leaves gray brown quills like thoughts and melodious the vast mass of today's writing through fields and swamps marked on the map with little bunches of weeds certainly squirrels lived in the woods but devastation and dole sleep still hung over the land quell the rioters turned out of sleep in the piece of

prisons singing and marble factory walls death consolation of minor tunes the pack clear with heavy invisible rods and in some sand flowing from which only quiet walking ever instruct the bird flew over and said there was nothing else to do no mistake it sounds for pride or strength or the water for four harbor full of white boats that is there performing for thousands of people in close some of places to go or games sometimes over the pillar of square stones its impact makes a white print so going around cities to get other places you found it on paper but the land was made of paper classes to look like firms mud or other who see enrolled its magic distances and then roll them up its secret was only a pocket after all but some corners are darker than these moonless

nights spent is on a raft in seclusion of a melody heard as though through trees and you can never ignited their touch long but there were homes fallen far outweigh the disparities of a sharp rocky pinnacle another collective places shadows of vineyards whose wine case of the forest floor fisheries and oyster beds tides under the poll seminaries of instruction public places for electric light in the major texas it's an area wrinkled on the plan an election to public office sixty two years old beth and breakfast the formal traffic shadows to make it that worth joining after the ox had pulled away the cart your plan was to separate the enemy into two groups with a razor aged mountains between it worked well on paper but there can be grown to be the mountains

and the map carefully peeled away and not torn was the light a tender but tough market and everything fortunately the war was solved in another way by isolating the two sections of the enemy's navy so that the mainland warded awaited big floating ships light bounced off the hands of the small gray waves to tell him in the observatory about the great grandmother was being one to turn off the machinery and quietly move among the rustic landscape scooping snow off the mountains ring thing the courts are ones that love had slowly risen in the night to overflow wedding pillow and peddle determined to place a letter from the un assassinated president's desk so that stamp could reproduce all this in detail down to the last autumn leaf and the affection of june ride slowly out of the sun like in the landscape the pontiff

began to play owner reassured really lyrical bronco a blessing in disguise yes they're alive and can have those colors and i and my soul i'm alive to i feel and sing and dance to tell this in a way that knowing you maybe drawn to me and i sing the despair and isolation of the chance to know you to sing of me which are you you see you hold me up to the light in a way i had never expected suspected perhaps because you always tell me i am you and right the great spruces i'm yours to die with the desire i can ever think of me i desire you for a room in which the chairs ever have their backs turned to the light inflicted on a stone palace the real

trees that seemed to shine at me through letters towards you if the wildlife of this january days true i pledge me to be truthful on to you and i cannot ever stop remembering remembering to forgive remembered as beyond you into the day on the wings of a secret you will never know taking me for myself in the path which the pesto girths of the day is a sign to me i prefer you in the plural i want you you must come to me all golden and kale i could do in the year and then i start getting this feeling of exaltation the pope called the ecclesiastical worse than the sunflower shoots said but a new dimension of truth that only recently

burstein us now it was to be condemned and vagrant shed over mothballed truth is even in cool i couldn't not shed of the humdrum his can soon tired housewives began at some decades ago a small piece of truth that if it was honey to the lips was also millions of miles from filling the place reserved for it you see how many crime movie universe which seems like an institution of many wars then everything in her belief was to be submerged and soon there was no it could live up to its end and no attitude which in the end would save you a monkish and the frivolous alike were to be trapped in deaths capacious caught but there's no i tell you of the wallpaper there was a key to everything in an oak forest but a san juan ever since childhood there's been a special meaning to everything you smile at your

friends' joke but only later through tears for the few pages even though it fits perfectly apples or maybe get it because of the whole host of the world's ailments and travels there is no time like the present for getting into this temptation kamau you weep whatever there's time enough once the harvest is in the animals go away for the winter to standing and comprehending window calling the desert we saw tears which will ever do anyone any good by dearest times are going on so those perfume i had with forgetting all about me for someday these projects will return a few new aerial voyage over ice strewn seasons ended you wake up forgetting already delight shakes you in the art the hands remained empty they're constructing impose your basket just now and across a somewhat darkness is taking root and new intense activity we shall never seen and

just this way and that is to be your one reward fine vapors escape from whatever is doing a living the night is cold and delicate and full of angels coming down a living factories are all lit up the time goes unheard we're together at west were far apart but this phone call the thousand islands keeping warm now what lasts life we must suppose continue its quick and the scrap which forced to us painless readers like this land strapped to his like a heavy pack a nasty hair hanging above the tether of you to this bank to understand the flesh left splinters depth of understanding preside shellings deeply into a kind of flow stumble happily is through miracle opening around you into the moment your eyes reflect a hunting scene of promises

so much that is to come extract it accepted globally but within its narrow limits no knowledge yet nothing which can be used you are grateful for the imaginary pause now imagine that the storm would be like this to discover its heart the blind enemy exalting the possibility of deceit behind glass first unforgettable and not so much it would be better if one smile that one successful they drew darkness from the fords around at meadows and my melted or something for play the necessity gone but your ideas not continuing swift imperfect condensation the indifference you feel to be the warm fiber and bone which was surround you for the permanence of what's already happening in blackness plays no part the eyes black but there's no depth is a surface black which attacks the shape bending at a president uses the face on the door a hundred million years old

slightly smaller than real life to accept the cold air and bread cause in the distance an old satisfaction the simplest construction rising slowly toward your neutral ceiling amateur capsized forever afternoon smells and rigid zero disturbance as ron harness the horse moves slowly back changing to reposition escapes you mild and wrong and prisons think restlessly shifting their ever new arrivals new standard of living in expanding with a shout something you'd rather have these equator is fixed interesting discovery only lacking to fail eagerly the approach of the cool marble subject an aphrodisiac and a tall gray flowering into separate links later last brought down with his hesitancy the band cloud xero in redwoods at pine creek imitation the circle and swallow their useless history again as clouds reappear after rains

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