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Peter Paulino: You are John Ashbery. People love your work but have no idea why, really. You are respected by all kinds of scholars and poets. Even artists like you.


JOHN ASBERY’S PHOTO

I saw this test in a friend’s blog and tried it myself, thought it would be interesting to find out its result, and so, I turned out to be John Ashbury! I really don’t know anything about this ‘famous modern American poet’, and so I Google-searched (because the result in the test displayed just one-line information) and was able to gather these facts about him:

LIFE:

Ashbery was born in Rochester, New York and raised on a farm near Lake Ontario; the death during their childhood of his brother haunts his poetry. He was educated at the Deerfield School. At Deerfield, Ashbery read such poets as W. H. Auden, Dylan Thomas, and Wallace Stevens, and began writing poetry; one of his poems was actually published in Poetry Magazine, though under the name of a classmate who had submitted it without Ashbery's knowledge or permission. His first ambition was to be a painter. From the age of eleven until fifteen he took weekly classes at the art museum in Rochester.

He was graduated from Harvard College (A.B. 1949, cum laude), where he was a member of the Harvard Advocate, the university's literary magazine, and the Signet Society. He wrote his senior thesis on the poetry of W.H. Auden. At Harvard he befriended fellow writers Kenneth Koch, Barbara Epstein, V.R. Lang, Frank O'Hara, and Edward Gorey, and was a classmate of Robert Creeley, Robert Bly, and Peter Davison. Ashbery went on to study briefly at New York University, and received a M.A. from Columbia in 1951.

From the mid-1950s, when he received a Fulbright Fellowship, through 1965, he lived in France. He served as the art editor for the European edition of the New York Herald Tribune, while also translating potboilers and contemporary French literature. During this period he lived with the French poet Pierre Martory. After returning to the United States, he continued his career as an art critic, for New York and Newsweek magazines, while also serving on the editorial board of ARTNnews until 1972. Several years later, he began a stint as an editor at Partisan Review, serving from 1976 to 1980.

In the early 1970s, Ashbery began teaching at Brooklyn College, where his students included poet John Yau, and in the 1980s, he moved to Bard College, where he is the Charles P. Stevenson, Jr., Professor of Languages and Literature. He was the poet laureate of New York state from 2001 to 2003, and also served for many years as a chancellor of the Academy of American Poets.

WORKS:

Ashbery has won nearly every major American award for his poetry, beginning with the Yale Younger Poets Prize in 1956, selected by W. H. Auden, for his first collection, Some Trees. His early work shows the influence of W. H. Auden, Wallace Stevens, Boris Pasternak, and many of the French surrealists (his translations from French literature are numerous). In the late 1950s, the critic John Bernard Myers categorized the common traits of Ashbery's avant-garde poetry, as well as that of Kenneth Koch, Frank O'Hara, James Schuyler, Barbara Guest, Kenward Elmslie and others, as constituting a "New York School." Ashbery then wrote two collections while in France, the highly controversial The Tennis-Court Oath (1962), and Rivers and Mountains (1966), before returning to New York to write The Double-Dream of Spring, which was published in 1970.

Increasing critical recognition in the 1970s transformed Ashbery from an obscure avant-garde experimentalist into one of America's most important (though also still most controversial) poets. After the publication of Three Poems (1973), Ashbery in 1975 picked up all three major American poetry prizes (the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Award, and the National Book Critics Circle Award) for his Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror. The collection's title poem is considered to be one of the masterpieces of late 20th century American poetic literature.

His subsequent collection, the more difficult Houseboat Days (1977) reinforced Ashbery's reputation as did As We Know in 1979, which contains the long, double-columned poem "A Litany." By the 1980s and 1990s, Ashbery had become a central figure in American and more broadly English-language poetry, as a number of imitators evidenced. His own poetry was accused of a staleness in this period, but books like A Wave (1985) and the later And the Stars Were Shining (1994), particularly in their long poems, show an unmistakably original and great poet in practice.

Ashbery's works are characterized by a free-flowing, often disjunctive syntax, extensive linguistic play, often infused with considerable humor, and a prosaic, sometimes disarmingly flat or parodic tone. The play of the human mind is the subject of a great many of his poems. Formally the earliest poems show the influence of conventional poetic practice, yet by the Tennis Court Oath a much more revolutionary engagement with form, and formlessness, is on display. Ashbery returned to something approximating conventional verse, at least on its surface, with many of the poems in The Double Dream of Spring, though his Three Poems are written in long blocks of prose. Although he has never approached the radical experimentation of The Tennis Court Oath poems or "The Skaters" and "Into the Dusk-Charged Air" from his collection Rivers and Mountains, his syntactic and semantic experimentation, linguistic expressiveness and deft, often abrupt shifting of registers, and insistent wit remain consistent elements of his work.

Ashbery art criticism has been collected in the 1989 volume Reported Sightings, Art Chronicles 1957-1987, edited by the poet David Bergman. He has written one novel, A Nest of Ninnies, with fellow poet James Schuyler, and in his 20s and 30s penned several plays, which have been collected in Three Plays (1978). Ashbery's Charles Eliot Norton Lectures at Harvard University were published as "Other Traditions" in 2000. A larger collection of his prose writings, Selected Prose, appeared in 2005.

The Painter
BY JOHN ASHBERY

Sitting between the sea and the buildings
He enjoyed painting the sea’s portrait.
But just as children imagine a prayer
Is merely silence, he expected his subject
To rush up the sand, and, seizing a brush,
Plaster its own portrait on the canvas.

So there was never any paint on his canvas
Until the people who lived in the buildings
Put him to work: “Try using the brush
As a means to an end. Select, for a portrait,
Something less angry and large, and more subject
To a painter’s moods, or, perhaps, to a prayer.”

How could he explain to them his prayer
That nature, not art, might usurp the canvas?
He chose his wife for a new subject,
Making her vast, like ruined buildings,
As if, forgetting itself, the portrait
Had expressed itself without a brush.

Slightly encouraged, he dipped his brush
In the sea, murmuring a heartfelt prayer:
“My soul, when I paint this next portrait
Let it be you who wrecks the canvas.”
The news spread like wildfire through the buildings:
He had gone back to the sea for his subject.

Imagine a painter crucified by his subject!
Too exhausted even to lift his brush,
He provoked some artists leaning from the buildings
To malicious mirth: “We haven’t a prayer
Now, of putting ourselves on canvas,
Or getting the sea to sit for a portrait!”

Others declared it a self-portrait.
Finally all indications of a subject
Began to fade, leaving the canvas
Perfectly white. He put down the brush.
At once a howl, that was also a prayer,
Arose from the overcrowded buildings.

They tossed him, the portrait, from the tallest of the buildings;
And the sea devoured the canvas and the brush
As though his subject had decided to remain a prayer.

John Ashbery, “The Painter” from Some Trees. Copyright ¦copy; 1956 by John Ashbery.



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crystal face I kiss
tongue tastes like sweet cold rain
I fall into pond




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The following comments are for "Which Modern American Poet Are You"
by PETERPAULINO

Sestina
I didn't realize until now (my third reading) that the poem above 'The Painter' is a SESTINA! It's very good!

( Posted by: PETERPAULINO [Member] On: November 23, 2006 )

Lucie
He's still alive Lu, I searched everything I could last night. From what I remember he was born in the year 1927. Oh, yes, you got his eyes?! I thought I look like him, that would make the two of us looking alike too?! Check his other works too, Lucie, I think he's very good.

( Posted by: PETERPAULINO [Member] On: November 23, 2006 )

Here's what I got
"You are Wallace Stevens. You love everything, especially the sound of things. Too bad you are so obscure that at times even you don't understand what the hell you have written."

I have no idea who this guy is! Haha. Maybe I'll go look him up . . .

( Posted by: Viper9 [Member] On: November 23, 2006 )

Michael
"Too bad you are so obscure that at times even you don't understand what the hell you have written", That was funny harharhar! But I do get what you write Viper! Don't I? I will look him up too and decide whether he's really Jude the Obscure or not. This is exciting, I get to know more names of American Poets. :-)

( Posted by: PETERPAULINO [Member] On: November 23, 2006 )

sweet obscurity
seems I too am so obscure that at times even I don't understand what the hell I have written...
Poor ol' much maligned Wallace Stevens... He wasn't that bad, Sunday Morning rocked, at least... an' he said, apparently: “After one has abandoned a belief in god, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life’s redemption” so stick that in yer pipe an' smoke it. ;) ... definitely worth the search...

what a good idea this was Peter!

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: November 24, 2006 )

Shannon OMG!
OMG Shannon, some years ago when asked by my employer what my religion is I answered 'None', and shocked him; and so as I was desperate to give an answer I said 'Well, it's really POETRY that is my religion!' That made him smile and he remembers that answer up to present. I will have to check that poem by Stevens then, so it wasn't me after all who first said that!

Thank you very much for joining us here, Shannon, once in a while let's have some fun like this, and learn too! :-)

( Posted by: PETERPAULINO [Member] On: November 24, 2006 )

Wallace Stevens
Wallace Stevens again...i have to admit it takes some time to remember who Wallace Stevens was... Nice idea Peter!

( Posted by: inmost [Member] On: November 24, 2006 )

Jeannie, Stevens too
Thank you for participating! And congratulations for having a new-born baby boy!

( Posted by: PETERPAULINO [Member] On: November 24, 2006 )





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