Ashbery’s new poems express a sly playfulness, a tender theatricality, a surreal sensibility, and an urbane wit. They are especially sharp, arch, and complexly moody.
Characteristically refreshing the possibilities for language to expand our vision and to sustain us through it, Ashbery pitches the “pure joy of daily living” against the facts of change, erosion, and mortality. The poems here, spoken from the deepening shadow of that mortality, are at once a highly associative transcript of the flux of consciousness itself, and an unswerving and utterly original meditation on the human impulse both to live and to love fully, in a world that increasingly flickers with doubt, anxiety, and unease.