67 Ergebnisse - Zeige 21 von 40.

Keine Beschreibung.

Takes the reader on a dizzying journey in the company of a virtuoso and sorcerer who makes the commonplace magical, disorientates and teases, and conjures glimpses of 'horizons - bright and anxious': 'a space like a dream'.

A selection of John Ashbery's work starting with the "April Galleons" of 1988, and ending with "Where Shall I Wander" of 2005.

To mark John Ashbery's 70th birthday, Carcanet publish his first five books of poems in a single volume: "The Tennis Court Oath" (1962), "Same Trees" (1956), "Rivers and Mountains" (1966), "The Double Dream of Spring" (1970), and "Three Poems" (1972).

This 16th collection by the author contains 59 comic and lyrical poems, including the 13-part title-poem. John Ashbery was awarded the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Critics Circle Award and the National Book Award for "Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror".

For more than sixty years, the poems of John Ashbery have served as signposts guiding us through the delights, woes, hypocrisies, and uncertainties of living in the modern world. With language harvested from everyday speech, fragments of pop culture, and objects and figures borrowed from art and literature, his work makes light out of darkness, playing with tone and style to show how even the seemingly frivolous stuff of existence can be emplo...

The second volume of Library of America's definitive edition, including the modern classic Flow Chart in a newly corrected text.Published for his ninetieth birthday, Library of America presents the second volume of John Ashbery's collected poems, spanning a crucial and prolific decade in the poet's work. The volume opens with the indispensable Flow Chart (1991), in a complete text for the first time. The other collections gathered here-Hotel L...

A collection of fifty-one poems from the Pulitzer Prize-winning author of 'Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror'. Composed in stanzaic prose, these poems deal with ghosts and presences, some unexpected like Ali Baba, Arabia Deserta, Mrs Hanratty's apron, and others like Holderlin.

In de poëzie van John Ashbery is alles mogelijk. Geen onderwerp, geen woord, geen wending is taboe. Tussen oorzaak en gevolg bestaat niet altijd een onverbrekelijke band. Toch rijgen de zinnen en zinswendingen zich aaneen op een soepele en volkomen natuurlijke wijze. Vol humor en op meeslepende wijze neemt Ashbery de lezer mee op reis door een poëtisch Amerika dat is getekend door popcultuur, reclame, kunst en menselijke, al te menselijke erva...

An essential, vibrant collection of masterful translations by one of the finest poets at work today Collected French Translations: Prose, the second volume in a landmark two-volume selection of John Ashbery's translations, focuses on prose writing. Ashbery's own prose writings and engagement with prose writers-through translations, essays, and criticism-have had a profound impact on the cultural landscape of the past half century. This book pr...

Keine Beschreibung.

For over 50 years John Ashbery has been one of America's most innovative and influential poets. Like Yeats and Milosz, Ashbery is that rare poet whose work continues to improve as he ages. Now at 85, he writes with the boldness and vision of a poet half his age. Honed by experience and inexhaustibly creative, these never before published poems certify that Ashbery's artistic flame has continued to burn late into his life.

BreathlikeJust as the day could use another hour, I need another idea. Not a conceptor a slogan. Something more like a rutmade thousands of years ago by one of the firstwheels as it rolled along. It never came backto see what it had done, and the rutjust stayed there, not thinking of itselfor calling attention to itself in any way.Sun baked it. Water stood, or rather satin it. Wind covered it with dust, then blew itaway. Always it was availabl...

This long-awaited volume, a new selection of his later poems, spans ten major collections by one of America's most visionary and influential poets. Chosen by the author himself, the poems in "Notes from the Air" represent John Ashbery's best work from the past two decades, from the critically acclaimed "April Galleons" and "Flow Chart" to the 2005 National Book Award finalist "Where Shall I Wander." While Ashbery has long been considered a pow...

With more than twenty poetry collections to his name, John Ashbery is one of our most agile, philosophically complex, and visionary poets. In Breezeway, Ashbery’s powers of observation are at their most astute, his insight at its most penetrating. Filled with allusions to literature and art, as well as to the absurdities and delights of the everyday world around us, Ashbery’s poems are haunting, surprising, hilarious, and knowing all at once, ...

With more than twenty poetry collections to his name, John Ashbery is one of our most agile, philosophically complex, and visionary poets. In Breezeway, Ashbery’s powers of observation are at their most astute, his insight at its most penetrating. Filled with allusions to literature and art, as well as to the absurdities and delights of the everyday world around us, Ashbery’s poems are haunting, surprising, hilarious, and knowing all at once, ...

For more than sixty years, the poems of John Ashbery have served as signposts guiding us through the delights, woes, hypocrisies, and uncertainties of living in the modern world. With language harvested from everyday speech, fragments of pop culture, and objects and figures borrowed from art and literature, his work makes light out of darkness, playing with tone and style to show how even the seemingly frivolous stuff of existence can be emplo...

On the heels of his National Book Award-nominated "Where Shall I Wander" comes a breathtaking book of new poems from John Ashbery.

You meant more than life to me. I lived through you not knowing, not knowing I was living. I learned that you called for me. I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there. No one to appreciate me. The legality of it upset a chair. Many times to celebrate we were called together and where we had been there was nothing there, nothing that is anywhere. We passed obliquely, leaving no stare. When the sun was done muttering, i...

BreathlikeJust as the day could use another hour, I need another idea. Not a conceptor a slogan. Something more like a rutmade thousands of years ago by one of the firstwheels as it rolled along. It never came backto see what it had done, and the rutjust stayed there, not thinking of itselfor calling attention to itself in any way.Sun baked it. Water stood, or rather satin it. Wind covered it with dust, then blew itaway. Always it was availabl...