Did I say that? One says so many things, and the problem is they all get written down. - John Ashbery

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Did I say that? One says so many things, and the problem is they all get written down.

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About John Ashbery

John Lawrence Ashbery (July 28, 1927- September 3, 2017) was an award-winning American poet and a prominent art critic. Educated at Harvard and Columbia, he published 26 volumes of poetry spanning 60 years and won nearly every major American award for poetry, including a Pulitzer in 1976 and the Bollingen and Lenore Marshall prizes in 1984 for the collections Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror and A Wave, respectively. He was elected a Fellow of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences in 1983, taught at Bard as the Stevenson Professor of Languages and Literature from 1990 until his retirement in 2008, and remains the only writer to win the Pulitzer Prize, National Book Award, and the National Book Critics Circle Award in the same year (1976). Selected as the poet laureate of New York State from 2001-03, he was further honored by U.S. President Barack Obama in 2011 with the National Humanities Medal. His art criticism has been collected in the 1989 volume Reported Sightings, Art Chronicles 1957-1987, edited by the poet David Bergman.

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Alternative Names: John Lawrence Ashbery Jon Asshuberī Jonas Barry G'on Ashberi John Ashberry
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It didn’t pay very much, but it enabled me to get other jobs doing art criticism, which I didn’t want to do very much, but as so often when you exhibit reluctance to do something, people think you must be very good at it. If I had set out to be an art critic, I might never have succeeded.

Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you,
At incredible speed, traveling day and night,
Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through narrow passes.
But will he know where to find you,
Recognize you when he sees you,
Give you the thing he has for you?

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