Tag Archives: John Ashbery

Meanwhile, back in soulless America

Posted on November 22, 2024 by Brian D. Butler

YOU WOULD HAVE THOUGHT John Ashbery Meanwhile, back in soulless America, people are having fun as usual. A bird visits a birdbath. A young girl takes a refresher course in polyhistory. My mega-units are straining at the leash of spring. … Continue reading →

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there really is nothing left to write about

Posted on August 9, 2024 by Brian D. Butler

LATE ECHO John Ashbery Alone with our madness and favorite flower We see that there really is nothing left to write about. Or rather, it is necessary to write about the same old things In the same way, repeating the … Continue reading →

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Everything is like something else

Posted on June 16, 2024 by Brian D. Butler

NO LONGER VERY CLEAR John Ashbery It is true that I can no longer remember very well the time when we first began to know each other. However, I do remember very well the time we first met. You walked … Continue reading →

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