Just an amusing deadpan with eyes stuck in wire
chased by simple shapes spirals, thin blue lines
what really is to be said what to make hidden
that hasn't been scooped to enable revelation
by steam shovels. All this talk of subjects and authors
on the deck won't change that, an impending death
or anything else for a politics steeped in splinters.
Turning from the blaze to the counterpanel //
I saw how we are all great in our shortcomings, yea //
greater because of them. There are letters in the alphabet //
we don't know yet, but when we've remembered them //
we'll know the luster of unsupported things. //
Our negativity will have caught up with us //
and we'll be better for it. Just //
keep turning on lights, wasting electricity, //
carousing with aardvarks, smashing the stemware. //
These apartments we live in are nicer //
than where we lived before, near the beginning. //
-- John Ashbery, "When I Saw the Invidious Flare"
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