To get my cats to take pills, I coat the pills in butter. What's the matter with you"\r"Ha ha, hee, hee, I saaaiiid...! If you continue, I'm not going to wash myself any more and I'm going away. You can't go inside. or, best of all, "Look at this! The order in his studio is impeccable; filled with antiquarian trinkets, a crisp bourgeois density pervades. Maybe whoever wrote the parody thought I was overarching. Only four years later, he returned to the MoMA, but this time as an administrator. The tools are designed to be cool and entertain, but also help aspiring writers create a range of different media, including plots, lyrics for songs, poems, letters and names. \rAshbery, invoking Aristotle's mimesis theory, compares Stein’s words to people, and people, he says, will inevitably be annoying or pleasing. and the silence. These guys were clever operators, as AM says in a follow-up comment to yours. a, A Novel reminds me of Jack Kerouac's The Subterraneans, a punctuation-less speedball of a book that I couldn't finish, but the difference is, Warhol's novel was intended somewhat as a joke, and Kerouac's wasn't. I affirmed: it's all over. I hadn't yet got my mind around the parody, and thought that perhaps the word "overarching" in the previous post was part of the same joke.\rWe need Terrreson to sort us out on this. practising light.Practising the art. I remember once on Foetry I said to Monday Love angrily, "I have no toes to step on," implying my own age and lack of functional ambition---and he replied he didn't have either. \rI guess I was overarching. \rThe thought behind this poem is superficial, and probably not even honest. The Zen masters said it took a lifetime to make one stroke well. That's three of you who might one day explain what is meant by 'daytime & nighttime phenomenologies.' Michael Robbins \r"This is a blog not a lecture hall"\ranti-intellectual isn't it, the behaviour of a runner away from the mountain, surely poetic learning is not something that can only happen if you hand over thousands of bucks and have some pedogog try and get you worshipping at the altar of their genius in person.\rI must be doing summat right if you react this way over a simple speculative discourse being ventriliquized in a safe, controlled environment of the New Free University where a fully ticketed ollamh sniffer sits and sings to sue the suit of one's whole art and soul via the medium of write-through of one of Ashers finest - yer young fogey. (I'm not saying you do this, Thomas.) NOT financially determined!) this has become an Ashbery pro or con forum . \rOn the last day, or the first, is our reach the same? Color me in splashes of unconvinced this time, Thomas! But I still leave you there with my challenge. in … Is there anybody out there that still writes as opposed to sounds right? 50 years at the top, it is irrelevant to him what the truth is as his mind's the one everyone's taking an interest in.\rWho knows how posterity will judge him, but his sleight of hand routine, having all the youg crew imitating his way of going about things, that's as good as it gets - but the American's have a thing for modernism, i mean, Bush is ancient history know, the past a moveable feast or famine, depending how if it's Coke or Pepsi, TV culture, knowledge of the ancients more a T shirt to get and say, been there, done the 10,000 BC gig, now, where's my burger and fries, chips and sausage knowledge Robbins, intellectually lite candyfloss of fluff and yah, dude and wankery banjery hockery knock, knock\rwho's there\rMickey Robbins\rSo what?\rLove is all we have in the Write-Through of \rOne as the Packet Drunk put into the Boat: \rJan Berryhosh.\r \rphenomenology\rI tried each immortal thing freely\rsitting in a place elsewhere in sunlight\rFiltering time, waiting little for it\rto come. I mean, I understand the work was politically motivated, and I can see that in some of Picasso's word choices, but at the end of the day, what is he actually saying here? J.A. Highfalutin-ness notwithstanding, I think humor comes into play with this book as well. Even if you're not that familiar with his broader body of work, or even his place in art history, you know who this guy is, so I'll skip the introductions and move straight on to Picasso's writings. \rI think the Supreme Leader is Ashbery-ism: inaccessible and you can't question it. \rLet me have it!\rChristopher. "\rI think often of the astonishing "As One Put Drunk into a Packet Boat." But Letters ought to be larger than this.\rI speak up only because I sincerely feel the insidious nature of Ashbery-ism is real and the damage it is doing to intellectual discourse is real, and larger than anyone can know. 'It' is inaccessible as a matter of course. But unless you're a film nerd, you're probably not familiar with the screenplays he co-wrote with fellow Spanish surrealist Luis Buñuel, Un Chien Andalou (1929) and L'Age d'Or (1930). I know the expression “the death of painting” has become journalistic shorthand, but, as poet, I still feel threatened. He followed up Basquiat with Before Night Falls, an adaption of Reinaldo Arenas's autobiography about persecution of homosexuals in 1970s Cuba (featuring a breakthrough performance by Javier Bardem as Arenas). The voice being ventriloquized in the above follows the Ashberyean mode of remaioning detached for the purpose of speculative discourse. A perspective necessarily situated entirely outside of experience. Next, he says that lines of the title poem, NOT poems, are like people, etc. \rWonderig for a moment about the differences between Aesop's fables, Socrates, dreamt like a good fisherman (?) The relationship between painters and poets (there were many poets who, themselves, painted, and painters who wrote) is well documented. He has no bones.\rThe polemicist is always preferable to the solipsist, for you can always play lovely music and calm the polemicist down; play a trumpet blast for the solipsist, and he will only cover his ears, sinking deeper into his solipsism.\rThe polemicist, by nature, cares for things outside himself, and because he cares, he illuminates those issues to some degree, by attacking or defending them; Ashbery, as you have said, is the 'least polemical of poets;' Ashbery has nothing to do with issues or things or ideas; he is only a relaxation technique, a stiff drink, which may be a good thing after a hard day's work, but if there is only the relaxation technique without the work, without the need to relax, then you have the still waters of the swamp, the damp mold, the cake which will not rise, the giggling guru who lazes before his sleeping followers.\rOf course he is a sweet man. To be somewhat clearer: I take it that when Ashbery is trying "each thing," finding only some "immortal & free," he is speaking of a negotiation with the poetic tradition signaled by his borrowing his title from Andrew Marvell. At any rate, my interest here is that written language developed out of pictograms, much later. Some critics called Hughes' poems "low-rate" Hughes broke new ground in poetry when he began to write verse that incorporated how Black people talked and the jazz and blues music they played. © 2016 LitReactor, LLC | Privacy Policy | Terms of Service, Christina Re That's good! I've posted a number of my own readings of specific poems in the last few days, among them some great work by W.S.Merwin, Jane Miller, e.e.cummings, Seamus Heaney and Dylan Thomas, and never once has anyone come in and said "Hey, I like that!" looking for studios and extra rooms, exhibition places.\rgraffiti is absolutely essential.\ri'm always amazed when i walk into one of his impossible studios, how he can 10'x10 into a maze you can get lost in. The text is a verbatim transcription of several conversations between Warhol and Ondine, in which the latter regales the former with his amphetamine-fueled exploits. I was going to suggest to people on this thread, or anyone for that matter, who find Ashbery's work "difficult" - or worse - to read some of his prose: Other Traditions, Selected Prose and Reported Sightings are all readily available. It’s still in the “other recent posts” section, at the bottom of the page, “The Fallacy of Rejecting Closure.” I take up photography there. His stories have appeared both online and in print, including most recently in Apex Magazine, freeze frame flash fiction and Grievous Angel. \rFor the fool, the inaccessible has a real existence, when, in fact, by its very definition, it has none.\rThomas. I only went there once or twice to meet this tall Swede in his paint-streaked foreman’s outfit, who spoke three languages fluently, and yet employed each with a different tone of reticence. The following might help to explain my feelings. Ashbery was my teacher, and continues to be one of my closest friends and favorite poets, though I've long since shirked off his influence (except for the buried part, the pith of what he taught me about poetry). Many other films were narrative-based, like Batman Dracula (1964), produced without DC Comics' permission and now long gone, but credited as being the first campy depiction of the Caped Crusader. And how he made all that fly!\rA poet's not about the self---it's a humble, daylight art!\rChristopher\rChristopher. Why imagine that. How misplaced is the criticism of comfort! I hate to think what it must be like to stop, transfixed, at the glimmering surface of poems. Yes, and that is exactly what often happens. \rHenri Cartier Bresson (who first loved painting, whose black & white life-long array is re-played at the Paris' Museum of Modern Art right now, influenced as it was by the intuitive "moments' of the surrealists) favored the instant grasped like a holy bird from a lightening bolt, and rendered it into the quotidian. It is precisely because the poetry world contains multitudes that I feel lucky and happy to enjoy reading Ashbery quite as much as any other poet. There are at least a hundred of them. Mckenzie Cassidy on Fact vs. Fiction and the Book You End Up With. Poetry, I mean. You're right that the "inaccessibility vs. transparency" paradigm is always about something else, which I was trying to elucidate in my comments above. If I had a nickel for every time I've been compared to Stephen Hawking & Roger Federer! While I find the sweep of the essay a bit over-arching, I also find a certain pepper in the thinking. \rAshbery can barely disguise his contempt for Stein’s poetry; he calls it “annoying” and “tedious.” \rBut Ashbery is tacitly rescued by Poe’s famous formula: a long poem will inevitably be “tedious” in parts. One could curl up with a phrase like that for the rest of one's days. It indicates a lack of consideration as well as of self-knowledge. Where's my soap? I notice a few well chosen photographs illustrating this post. The poet’s drafts or ordered desk; the patient image maker waiting for lightening, or painting over layers; whether it takes an instant or a lifetime. The revival of poetry in Russia stemming from this movement had as its leader Vladimir Sergeyevich Solovyov.His poetry expressed a belief that the world was a system of symbols expressing metaphysical realities. Wonderful post, Martin. The essay suggests that earliest human art was representational and that poetry is tied to this first instance of cave painting. sorry. Patronised by Ruskin, she painted, drew and wrote poetry. “As for himself, ‘I just say that I am interested in painting and drawing and picture-making, meaning, including photography.’ But he thinks the art world has become brittle and fragile, with too much power in the hands of too few.”. In 1921, in Moscow, he exhibited three monochrome canvases, Pure Red Color, Pure Blue Color, and Pure Yellow Color. My feeling is, that, at least for me, blogs are not appropriate for “serious” lit-crit. You haven't read the poem, but it contrasts the daily desire for transformation - here figured as the an engagement with the poetic tradition epitomized by Marvell's line "As one put drunk into the Packet-boat" - with "night, the reserved, the reticent," which "gives more than it takes," in which such transformative longing is deferred. And if you can't tell the difference between posts on a blog & poems or essays, well, I can't help you. The order in his studio is impeccable; filled with antiquarian trinkets, a crisp bourgeois density pervades. Richard and Mafalda sitting beneath a Pontus Carle painting, Lisbon 2008. There has got to be another way to conduct what seems really to be more a discussion about personal aesthetics than it is about poetic technique.\rMartin. In addition to his contributions to the visual art world, Mortensen has also published several books of his own work and started a publishing house to provide a home to works not suitable for traditional publishers. Simple as, and those who write a lot, love it because we know we are on the right road. Part of his genius was NOT to pretend to be somebody else, and by so doing he made his lower middle class experience not only interesting but deep and noble. I mean, what is it in this poem that contributes one iota to this discussion, beside the title?\rIndeed, the content of the poem is way off mark, as it fails to touch any of the issues Martin has raised about words and images. You had the sense that pure unwavering industry was again reclaiming the space. [addressing TART] The Zen masters said it took a lifetime to make one stroke well. Already his Bauhaus inspired canvases (Kandinsky, Klee) from Mercer Street, with their delicate surrealist dance of suspended figures, were exploding into heavier and thicker forms with chewed edges and boldly stenciled overlays, cryptic traffic signals, grillworks, screaming color-rattling heads, the canvases larger and the paint more thickly applied. I want the real encounter.\r\rChristopher. So let me revise my yawn to a co-sign. and self-knowledge. I'm not surprised no one has taken me up on this challenge--I'd hate to be set it myself!\rWhat I'm trying to say about Philip Larkin, and to a lesser extent Dylan Thomas, is that they didn't have to try to be who they were, that what is important about them is that neither of them posed, in their verse or their lives. \rThe inaccessible is always flat and shallow, like an Ashbery poem-- which typically lacks a unity of effect; this lack is a sprawl, a flatness; it has no depth. ")\rA brief enough sketch of the argument, brief because of world & time & indifference. "\r"We were on the terrace drinking gin and tonics when the squall hit. Concentrated. yeah, real poetry's like a girl in a meadow or whatevs. Why don't you talk more about the words, not just the brushstrokes and the vectors? For more information on non-writers who wrote, try Cath Murphy’s column The Good, The Bad, and The Sadly Deluded: Actors Who Write. . Poetry would begin to construct its own parallel universe. Damn near too much concentration in such a small space. Period.\rYour friend, and you know that, \rChristopher, Christopher,\rAbout the “words”. I believe she's written novels and plays, and illustrated/co-wrote a children's book. The paintings I think are some of her best. And then some dogs enter the stage and proceed to lick everyone. For the arts wanting ongoing conversations with one another. You've heard about Campbell's Soup Cans, Green Coca-Cola Bottles, the first Velvet Underground LP and the concept "15 minutes of fame," but the King of Pop Art didn't just vibrantly reproduce commodities/celebrities, design album covers and coin adages. Let's talk about those movies. and painters and sculptors require their own libraries, too. But then your career depends upon it, as will some of theirs---but of course others will recover, indeed, many of them will.\rBound feet were exactly like that in China. I sat in the middle of the studio with my portable Adler, drinking tea and smoking as I wrote, while Pontus painted. My bad. Well, that's the problem. Michelangelo, Blake and up to our own times. The placid in his studio is impeccable; filled with antiquarian trinkets, a frizzled middle-class density pervades. I think what Brady is arguing Robbins, is against density of language generally for the sake of what the author may think of as poetic, but which the non-collegiate lay Reader we are all after hooking in, will stop reading as soon as they hit daytime & night-time phenomenologies, because it just sounds tossy, like it was made up for the author to sound clever, rather than for the epistemological advancement of verifiable knoweldge and ultimately, poetic Scholarship.\rThe danger is, the Reader may come to think that rather engaging in the Gravesean act refining complex poetic truth to exact statement, they will think the author is just gassy, displaying a tautological propesnisty for circumambulatory pleonasm and using inaccesable words just for the sake of it.\rAnd in this scenario, rather than drawing the mass Reader in because we have acquired the practical (Platonic) technê of poetry which we marry to out natural ability for crafting readable reads -- we end up writing in a wholly theoretical realm of Art formed only on a cerbreal level of techne, which is just psychological know-how gleaned and got from reading rather than Knowledge of the fully proper rounded polis dweller who could dig and die on the shield as well as hang about with the young fellas talking bollocks like Socrates.\rThe danger of aping what we think of as Socratic discourse when we are unable to handle a shovel, is that we mistake our guff for genuine gear, just because a load of other bores who've never done a proper days graft are all up to the same caper, talking gobble dee gook about blah blah blah.\rEspecially with the waffle at the fruiter end of the po-mo spectrum in which all kinds of crazee specs are conjured into being by eromenos-like groovers in the (many, many) groves, being supervised and strategically steered by senior erastae into writing 50,000 word theses on how the theories of their profs three doors up have made amazing epistemological advances in the name of Scholarship. "A Daylight Art" indeed. Tonchi only uses the word “painting” once in the article, and it was used in passing. At times more important. First known woman dramatist, Hrotsvitha von Gandersheim also wrote poems and chronicles. Or, one would find it necessary to keep coming up with glorious phrases as good as 'as one put drunk into a packet boat' and, while doing so, one would find it necessary to show that one really had an idea attached to 'as one put drunk into a packet boat,' one had a story to tell with it, and one had not simply uttered it, as if one were drunk oneself and had been merely reading the dictionary, or, one had been playing a 'come up with the most evocative, erudite phrase' parlour game, and so one would have to 'go on' as if one were actually aware of what one was doing. ... Oh yeah, and this what? They do indeed intensely reflect moonlight. Gratuitous name-dropping alert: I was having dinner with Michael Palmer once & we discussed this very question with respect to Ashbery. Nowhere does he discuss a painter. Grows on you. The performance\rIs an entity to be judged or enjoyed; it has a necessarily \rFinished or completed existence. It's not really worth responding to someone who simply rehashes the most common & lazy caricatures of Ashbery - who is, I'll go ahead & say, the greatest & most important poet in any language of the last forty years.\rBut there's something about the persistence of these clichés about his "inaccessibility" that makes one wonder what service they are really meant to perform. Artists on this page: That's why he writes that type of poetry. I personally think he was just very lucky, and of course a genius of the first order.\rThey both were, and we don't need any big literary theory or analysis to account for that either.\rChristopher, And here...check this out. \rAs to photography, by returning from digital to analogue I’ve come to see analogue as a kind of “slow art”. He wanted me to tell him what he was doing. You need ONE memorable poem, at least. Like people, they sometimes make no sense and sometimes make perfect sense; or they stop short in the middle of a sentence and wander away, leaving us alone for a while in the physical world, that collection of thoughts, flowers, weather, and proper names. "\r"The academy of the future is opening its doors. a pinky in erection not a grape & not a fig.. [sic] it's exactly parallel to the struggle against death, Margo,\rThanks for citing Dylan T. Here's link to him reading it live.\rhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KrZnw3BZg18\rMartin, Sorry Christopher,\rFor misleading...\rBut the idea of shame was never present. John Lennon: Published in Liverpool music mag Mersey Beat on the 27 Feb 1964, ‘The Tales of Hermit Fred’ and ‘The Land… But that hardly justifies his deciding, from a position of ignorance, that all such criticism is so much wankery. By the time we reach the late 19th and the early 20th century, painting’s documentary role had been replaced by photography. Thomas.The iranian poet on youtiube, right now, in her darkness. In 1996 he wrote and directed Basquiat, a biopic about friend and fellow Neo-Expressionist Jean-Michel Basquiat, starring Jeffrey Wright in the titular role and featuring Dennis Hopper, Benicio Del Toro, Gary Oldman, and David Bowie as Andy Warhol. Thomas Mann brought the same mahogany desk from Germany to Switzerland, to California and then back to Zurich. I guess we know who Kaltica supports! \rYou have finished the first stanza. There are the towering examples, from Michelangelo to Gertrude Stein, Cummings to John Ashbery, who for many years made his living as an art critic, while pretty much refusing to engage in literary criticism. Great read! Throw away all three, Tere---obviously your dictionaries aren't for poets as they've failed to spot the metaphor!\rInteresting word, actually. Pontus moved all of his stuff to Broom Street in the winter of 1982 at the invitation of Jean Miotte, a French painter, with Orientalist leanings. After spending a decade shooting only digital, I finally came to the conclusion that I liked the film negative better than the digital sensor. . This would make him more human than I've thought of him.\rTerreson. Ashbery won't be pinned down; he won't argue; he won't fight. To many people, Viggo Mortensen is Aragorn from The Lord of the Rings, but he's also a very prolific poet, painter, and musician. It actually seems inevitable Picasso would gravitate toward words and stories. Pay attention to the shape of the words on the page, the size, the overall 'look' of the poem. It's an effective, not-for-the-squeamish scene that shows off Schnabel's talent for storytelling as communication of idea or emotion to the audience. Certainly, it's just as difficult to understand as James Joyce's masterpiece: as I said, the novel is a verbatim transcript, full of disjointed thoughts, stories that ramble on or stop abruptly, and even typos made by the various typists Warhol employed. OK, leave that alone now, and push ahead. \rThe Ashberian strategy then, seeing the difficulty, nay, the impossibility, of 'really making a poem' from 'as one put drunk into a packet boat,' leaves the phrase alone; leaves it as it is; does not touch it; puts nothing else with it; it remains inviolable! I could probably go on and on for The Skaters in its entirety, but how about the first ten lines that come up quite nicely from a range:\rHow much longer shall I be able to inhabit the divine sepulcher of life, my love\rI tried each thing, only some were immortal and free.\rNo more disappointing orgasms.\rMy wife thinks I'm in Oslo. The challenge was phrased in that aggressive way to force some answers.\rIt was also phrased, I'd hoped, in such a way that you'd be free to say I'm just too greedy in the way I vacuum up the words, like a prisoner, or a camel.\rBut of course there are no answers, and if there were it would be a sure sign we were through with that and ready to move on.\rLike the end of the Women's Work thread, where I've just come from. He also wrote about places he visited and things he saw. From what perspective might one imagine oneself capable of claiming to have tried each thing? e. e. cummings wrote around 2900 poems, two novels, and countless essays. Indeed what a Heaney poem, Martin. Maybe his studio space was as furious and chaotic as you describe. Everyone wants to be a writer—deep down anyway. The thing is not to be jane of all trades, mistress of none, but to earn the capital letter "A" in a word, artist, at the end of a life devoted to the arts--hopefully, able to hone if not perfect one along that road. Michael,\rThere's a very old fashioned idea, now forgotten, that the poet does the work, not the reader, but in our enlightened times, in the Ashbery Era, bouyed by 'daytime and nighttime phenomenologies,' we have seen the light, and we who are enlightened, see that it is the reader who must work for the glory of the poet who can't, because the poet is preoccupied with phenomenologies, day and night! "\r"The poem is you. Down with abstract art!\rShakespeare said in one of his sonnets: perspective it is the painter's art.\rYes, the accessible, with perspective. I was reminded that no poet could be as blithe as Ashbery seems to be, and suddenly all his evasive poetry seemed to be pouring in from a different direction, the fractured nature of his prose-poems arising not from elan, but from silence and heartbreak. my soap? Christopher Shultz writes weird, dark fiction. To everyone:\rOf course that's not my first draft. This \rwas so ah ! It's got soul.\rTerreson, Martin Earl, there is one, late paleontologist whose findings, mostly accepted by scientists and scholars, could evidence the association between painting and poetry you look to make. "\rwhich I think hit's the mark. "The sob sister at induce" or "The writer at work"? Children and adults alike can appreciate her simple messages of peace and love, and I see no reason to deride her for this. This is particularly true of Diving Bell, which is nothing but the world according to Bauby; the scene in which the character's right eye is sewn shut, depicted in POV, literally puts you right in the center of Bauby's horror (and serves as a visual homage to Dalí and Buñuel). Western Europe is cushy by comparison. Picture taken: just before dim sung around the corner, if memory serves me. Like the young scientist herself, we are passionately drawn toward something other than ourselves out there, something that comes toward us full of what we call in ordinary, down-to-earth terrestrial life, meaning.\r\rI think the ending of the film is truly extraordinary. But the need to be known as an "x"--painter, or poet or candlestickmaker - isn't that just the child in any of us trying to have a name as a grain of sand? a milky silence. \rThe poets we've recently been quoting on this thread (with no need to analyze their words, true Christopher,that doesn't seem to be a need in many here now,)-but they may have taken a slow and arduous route or the blessed instant.Heany. sky at the same time. It seems to me a certain development was needed before our species could conceive of things representationally. Painters and poets have been wed from the beginning. I love your description of the “careful overlays of color”, but some painters are hardly careful and work at breakneck speed. Here, to meditate upon, is John Ashbery, writing in the July 1957 issue of Poetry magazine, excerpted from his review of a recently-published edition of Gertrude Stein's Stanzas in Meditation:\rThere is certainly plenty of monotony in the 150-page title poem which forms the first half of this volume, but it is the fertile kind, which generates excitement as water monotonously flowing over a dam generates electrical power. Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 –1834) English romantic poet and a member of the “Lakes Poets.” Coleridge’s famous poems included The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Christabel and Kubla Khan . \rIn a mere phrase, one has distinguished oneself as more erudite than 99% of all speakers. We rarely talked about my poems. \rThe acceptable inane. And what was transcendent, so often, were the bicycle clips he took off when he went church going, for example, or the train station, or the smell of his fart.\rDylan Thomas wasn't posing either, I'd say, any more than Andy Capp is posing in the pub more than he is posing when he's lying on the couch in his parlor. The thread is honored! Two seconds out yer life, lover. Dylan Thomas was a huge, heroic bag of selfish wind that came out in full song, and even today you can meet up with him all over the place in Wales, and even more so in Connemara.\rWas he posing to bring all that into the reading hall and recording studio after he was famous? the first person to show a real interest in my translations was the man my brother works for in the navy yards. Ezra Pound is widely considered one of the most influential poets of the 20th century; his contributions to modernist poetry were enormous. At times, he dabbles in digital art and photography. 'Lunar saliva?' 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