To the poet as a basement quilt, but perhaps To some reader a latticework of regrets. John Ashbery More Quotes by John Ashbery More Quotes From John Ashbery Then let yourself love all that you take delight in John Ashbery self-loveinspirationallife Much that is beautiful must be discarded So that we may resemble a taller Impression of ourselves. John Ashbery impressionmaybeautiful I write with experiences in mind, but I don't write about them, I write out of them. John Ashbery mindwriting The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes John Ashbery summergivingnight Reading is a pleasure, but to finish reading, to come to the blank space at the end, is also a pleasure. John Ashbery pleasurespacereading What is the past, what is it all for? A mental sandwich? John Ashbery sandwichespast My feeling is that most political poetry is preaching to the choir, and that the people who are going to make the political changes in our lives are not the people who read poetry, unfortunately. Poetry not specifically aimed at political revolution, though, is beneficial in moving people toward that kind of action, as well as other kinds of action. A good poem makes me want to be active on as many fronts as possible. John Ashbery political-revolutionpeoplemoving And so we turn the page over. To think of starting. This is all there is. John Ashbery startingpagesthinking Poetry comes to me out of thin air or out of my unconscious mind. It's sort of the way dreams come to us and the way that we get knowledge from them, through television, old movies, which I watch a lot of. Lines of dialogue suddenly seem to be part of a poem. John Ashbery old-movieminddream Poetry is mostly hunches. John Ashbery hunchespoetry-is Life is beautiful. He who reads that John Ashbery beautifulinspirationallife I don't find any direct statements in life. My poetry imitates or reproduces the way knowledge or awareness come to me, which is by fits and starts and by indirection. I don't think poetry arranged in neat patterns would reflect that situation. My poetry is disjunct, but then so is life. John Ashbery patternswaythinking How many people came and stayed a certain time, Uttered light or dark speech that became part of you Like light behind windblown fog and sand Filtered and influenced by it, until no part Remains that is surely you. John Ashbery foglightdark I don't look on poetry as closed works. I feel they're going on all the time in my head and I occasionally snip off a length. John Ashbery lengthfeelslooks The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through. John Ashbery cakeyearsfirsts Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night, Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through narrow passes. But will he know where to find you, Recognize you when he sees you, Give you the thing he has for you? John Ashbery desertgivingnight In the increasingly convincing darkness The words become palpable, like a fruit That is too beautiful to eat. John Ashbery fruitdarknessbeautiful The soul establishes itself. But how far can it swim out through the eyes And still return safely to its nest? John Ashbery eyeswimlife The promise of learning is a delusion.... Tomorrow would alter the sense of what had already been learned, that the learning process is extended in this way, so that from this standpoint none of us ever graduates from college, for time is an emulsion, and probably thinking not to grow up is the brightest kind of maturity for us, right now at any rate. John Ashbery growing-upmaturitycollege I listen to music a great deal. In a way, it's trying to express things that can't be expressed in words. That's something that interests me, too. Even though I use words to express myself, I am trying to, it seems to me, get beyond that. John Ashbery usetryingway
