Monday, August 25, 2025

Eight years ago today, a little over a week before his death at 90 on September 3, in his home in Hudson, NY, John Ashbery handwrote this poem, his last:

Climate Correction

So what if there was an attempt to widen
the gap. Reel in the scenery.
It’s unlike us to reel in the difference.

We got the room
in other hands, to exit like a merino ghost.
What was I telling you about?

Walks in the reeds. Be
contumely about it.
You need a chaser.

In other words, persist, but rather
a dense shadow fanned out.
Not exactly evil, but you get the point.



Tuesday, August 19, 2025

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Your dreamscape is littered with cots
for pedestrians from the 1870s
who spread whimsicality as they circled ovals
to the delight of the nosebleed section . . .
A gargantuan hydrangea
fills your head with words . . .
You board a bespoke shuttle with questions . . .
The morning splits into high and low
for skateboarders of different ilks
cresting airwaves in anticipation . . .
An aria would be nice . . .
Pensioners in rent-stabilized apartments
join newsworthy fidgeters
to discourage weekend narcissists
from bullying nature with cairns for selfies . . .
Rent-a-doves see it all . . .

Katerina Plotnikova


Wednesday, August 6, 2025

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Memories, imagination or indignation,
trod the corridors of backstories,
a renewed connection to a lifetime of incidentals
demarcated with wax pencils
as the elements of style voice irrecoverable
from Fritz Lang's 1927 Metropolis,
with Brigitte Helm shadowing a robot's
seductive power and the dangers of AI
as a portal into space-time's loosey-gooseiness . . .
Shockingly blatant . . . the iffyness
feathering far too many nests
flopping around in culverts
trying to alert gandy dancers
and knock-knock jokers to the reality
of flesh-eating bacteria invading
kettle holes and streaming services
causing massive fragmentation
and higher-than-high rates of confusion and dementia . . .
Pick a flick or enter the water with care
and be sure to arm yourself with a designer duffel bag
though I'm not sure why . . .