tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326923368150371379.post3274189902346528766..comments2023-10-17T22:27:58.026-07:00Comments on Peaches and Bats' Blague: Sam Lohmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10397027152999149624noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326923368150371379.post-49533140044285493992009-06-22T09:46:37.599-07:002009-06-22T09:46:37.599-07:00One thing that always puts me off that particular ...One thing that always puts me off that particular Ashbery book is the description of it as having won the "Triple Crown" of poetry, since it got three awards whose names I tend to forget outside the context of Ashbery's winning all three of them for this one book. I've never heard of the "Triple Crown" of poetry before or since; it's an off-putting designation, maybe because of the suggestion at the bottom of it that poets are racehorses. When we all know they're workhorses. :)rodney khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10515711262628729312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326923368150371379.post-28163585548793382772009-06-19T19:11:08.474-07:002009-06-19T19:11:08.474-07:00Dudes thanks for the comments. I should post the o...Dudes thanks for the comments. I should post the other 3 (shorter) sections of the poem sometime. I should read "Self-Portrait" sometime. I've only listened to a recording of Ashbery reading it, which made it seem the the (or just a) quintessential long friendly boring Ashbery poem--but then, I like boring, when friendly, especially when shiny, round, and Ashbery flavored. But something has kept me away from that particular book--probably the copious Foghat-era laurels.Sam Lohmannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10397027152999149624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326923368150371379.post-77339346433639894012009-06-18T04:45:27.358-07:002009-06-18T04:45:27.358-07:00Beats the shit out of self-portrait, I'd say. ...Beats the shit out of self-portrait, I'd say. But then JA is too self-consciously "poetic" for me. In my current state at least.Ross Brightonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04917759678804057979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326923368150371379.post-10503341528882513162009-06-15T09:00:44.625-07:002009-06-15T09:00:44.625-07:00Great conjunction, Sam. Wouldn't have put thes...Great conjunction, Sam. Wouldn't have put these two together without this post. Once you do, it kind of reads like Coolidge's "Self Portrait in a Convex Mirror," showing the sharp edges of that thing that's unique to Coolidge. <br /><br />Curious that the poem seems more interested (in this section, at least) about the things in the the picture than the person, or art in general. It's the weirdness of the junk, and the process of identifying it, that starts the poem. Inevitably, in finding metaphors you slip from things into ideas: "antabuse sea." Anyway, cool post.rodney khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10515711262628729312noreply@blogger.com