Uptick – John Ashbery
We were sitting there, and
I made a joke about how
it doesn’t dovetail: time,
one minute running out
faster than the one in front
it catches up to.
That way, I said,
there can be no waste.
Waste is virtually eliminated.
To come back for a few hours to
the present subject, a painting,
looking like it was seen,
half turning around, slightly apprehensive,
but it has to pay attention
to what’s up ahead: a vision.
Therefore poetry dissolves in
brilliant moisture and reads us
A faint notion. Too many words,
This week on The Friday Influence: John Ashbery.
I continue to be stunned by what is in this poem, about time, about painting, vision, poetry. How it all swirls on the many meanings of the word “precious” – valuable, sentimental, etc. The conversational tone at the beginning gets the poem underway swiftly. This intimacy tags you into the poem. Ashbery handles heavy things lightly and gets you thinking before you catch yourself thinking. A good poem by him can move the furniture around in the rooms of your mind.
Ashbery is one of those poets I come back to often, dip my head in to see what I can understand, and walk away when it gets to be beyond me. He gets a bad rep for being difficult but I don’t think it is deserved. There’s difficult for difficult’s sake. Then there’s what you can’t help but write. Ashbery’s best poems – and here I mean the ones that have meant something to me as a poet/human being – show him to be always figuring something out, always trying to surprise himself (and the reader) with the poem.
Here’s a Charles Wright quote that I keep with me that taps into this idea:
The problem with all of us as we get older is that we begin writing as though we were somebody. One should always write as if one were nobody…We should always write out of our ignorance and desire and ambition, never out of some sense of false well-being, some tinge of success. There is no success in poetry, there is only the next inch, the next hand-hold out of the pit… *
I keep this quote with me because of the connection I feel with what it says, that feeling of writing poetry as a ongoing thing, a horizon you walk towards that grows a little farther the closer you get. And so you keep walking, never fully arriving, never fully satisfied, but happy to be walking, wanting to see more. There is always another poem to write.
* Paris Review interview, The Art of Poetry No. 41