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“What Becomes of Us as We Read?”: Ashbery and Ethical Criticism

by Andrew Field Poetry and Poetics
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What are some reasons why we read poetry? Why turn to a poem over a novel, a play, a philosophical treatise?

The Ironic and the Un-Ironic: the Role of the Hero in Ashbery and Creeley

by Andrew Field Poetry and Poetics
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If Ashbery’s poems are premised, if distantly, on a hope for the future, a hope for new imaginary communities, a hope for a new way of speaking, Creeley’s poem are cynical about the future, isolated from community, and unable to even speak.

Google Translates Poetry

by Micah Towery Poetry and Poetics
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Meta-lord of the cloud-lords of meta of!

Rimbaud’s Last Revelation

by Alfred Corn Poetry and Poetics
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Ashbery’s translation is the best we have in English so far.

Tom Sleigh, Anthropologist

by Micah Towery Poetry and Poetics
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Formality, in this case, allows Sleigh to achieve a reflexivity and self-awareness without the cloying injections that deliberately remind the reader of the existence of the poet.

A Beautifully Scrambled Egg

by Brooks Lampe Aesthetics
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Mathews is just talking about how to cook eggs. He’s paying really close attention to both the delicate things eggs are the delicate process of cooking them. What for? Because it’s frickin’ awesome. Shut up and enjoy the eggs.

Looking at Ballad Form, and the Nature of Voice

by Joe Weil Art
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We are in traditional ballad country the second Auden writes “As I Walked Out One Evening” (see “The Streets of Laredo”). He is not mocking the structure or form of the ballad (except perhaps the way a lover would tease his beloved); he is reveling in the cliche. He trusts his own ability to have fun with cliché (something Ashbery also trusts).