John Ashbery’s “Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror” took 14 pages in the August 1974 issue of Poetry, and later won the unprecedented triple crown of literary prizes (the Pulitzer, the National Book Award, and the National Book Critics Circle Award).
SPIACM is one of JA’s worst books, which is like saying “oh turning water into wine was Jesus’s worst miracle”
Whaaaaaaaaat? What could you possibly dislike about it?
I never said I disliked anything about it. I like all of Ashbery’s poetry. I just don’t think I would pick it as one of...
Whaaaaaaaaat? What could you possibly dislike about it?