John Lawrence Ashbery (born July 28, 1927) is an American poet. He has published more than twenty volumes of poetry and won nearly every major American award for poetry, including a Pulitzer Prize in 1976 for his collection Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror. Renowned for its postmodern complexity and opacity, Ashbery's work still proves controversial. Ashbery has stated that he wishes his work to be accessible to as many people as possible, and not to be a private dialogue with himself. At the same time, he once joked that some critics still view him as "a harebrained, homegrown surrealist whose poetry defies even the rules and logic of Surrealism."
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... Ammons from "Strip"" 1997 John Ashbery "Baked Alaska" 1993 John Ashbery "Myrtle" 1994 John Ashbery "The Problem of Anxiety" 1997 Elizabeth Bishop "It is Marvellous ... Hecht "Prospects" 1995 Edward Hirsch "Man on a Fire Escape" 1992 John Hollander "Kinneret" 1989 John Hollander "An Old-Fashioned Song" 1990 John ...
... clear neck of the woods as well as if we lived there ourselves." -John Russell - The New York Times, 18 May 1979 "...These somewhat mysterious drawings project an ... on simplicity to imply the complexities of things." -John Bernard Myers - Art World, New York, May 1982 " A true painter is on hand here, and one ... with Rodrigo Moynihan, Sonia Orwell and John Ashbery ...
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Or gestures somewhere up ahead
But of becoming complicated like the torrent
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