John Ashbery Quotes
It is written in the Book of Usable Minutes That all things have their center in their dying.
I'm heading for a clean-named place like Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get there without help and nosy proclivities.
Death is a new office building filled with modern furniture, A wise thing, but which has no purpose for us.
I often wonder if I am suffering from some mental dysfunction because of how weird and baffling my poetry seems to so many people and sometimes to me too.
The mind Is so hospitable, taking in everything Like boarders, and you don't see until It's all over how little there was to learn Once the stench of knowledge has dissipated.
Some certified nut Will try to tell you it's poetry, (It's extraordinary, it makes a great deal of sense) But watch out or he'll start with some New notion or other.
I want a bedroom near the sky, an astrologer's cave Where I can fashion eclogues that are chaste and grave.
It is the lumps and trialsThat tell us whether we shall be knownAnd whether our fate can be exemplary, like a star.
Walter Pater said that all the arts aspire to the condition of music, but I’ve always felt that music aspires to the condition of words.
The music brought us what it seemed / We had long desired, but in a form / so rarefied there was no emptiness of sensation
A little bunny or some kind of ferret was probablythere too, and bore witness as only rodents can.
I'm heading for a clean-named placelike Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get therewithout help and nosy proclivities.
