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September 30, 2017
 

 

John Ashbery’s greatest interview ever?

 


TiR thinks it is this one, from the Paris Review, 1983.

 

Some of TiR’s favorite quotes from it:

 

 

Susan Sontag was at this writers' conference also—there were just four of us—and one night in Warsaw we were provided with tickets to a ballet. I said, “Do you think we should go? It doesn't sound like it will be too interesting.” And she said, “Sure, we should go. If it is boring that will be interesting too” —which turned out to be the case.

 

It's rather hard to be a good artist and also be able to explain intelligently what your art is about. In fact, the worse your art is, the easier it is to talk about, at least I would like to think so. [quoting himself in 1964]

 

One can accept a Picasso woman with two noses, but an equivalent attempt in poetry baffles the same audience.

 

I think that any true work of art does defuse criticism; if it left anything important to be said, it wouldn't be doing its job.

 

I think I am trying to reproduce the polyphony that goes on inside me, which I don't think is radically different from that of other people. After all, one is constantly changing one's mind and thereby becoming something slightly different.

 

I feel that poetry is going on all the time inside, an underground stream. One can let down one's bucket and bring the poem back up. (This is very well put in a passage that occurs early on in Heimito von Doderer's novel The Demons, which I haven't to hand at the moment.)

 

TiR has alluded to that last “bucket” quote, 12 years ago.  Should have foreseen that the great blog of poet John Latta, several years after that, would do the wonderful job of finding and posting the passage from von Doderer, here.

 

And of course, maybe the most charming quote:

 

I try to dress in a way that is just slightly off, so the spectator, if he notices, will feel slightly bemused but not excluded, remembering his own imperfect mode of dress.

 

Yes, JA really did dress like that.

 

It pains us to have to resort to the same phrase, twice in less than a year: 

 

Sigh, we shall never see his like again.