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A Wave

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A Wave
Poems
John Ashbery

Contents

Publisher’s Note

At North Farm

Rain Moving In

The Songs We Know Best

When the Sun Went Down

Landscape (After Baudelaire)

Just Walking Around

A Fly

The Ongoing Story

Thank You For Not Cooperating

But What Is the Reader To Make of This?

Down by the Station, Early in the Morning

Around the Rough and Rugged Rocks the Ragged Rascal Rudely Ran

More Pleasant Adventures

Purists Will Object

Description of a Masque

The Path to the White Moon

Ditto, Kiddo

Introduction

I See, Said the Blind Man, as He Put Down His Hammer and Saw

Edition Peters, Leipzig

37 Haiku

Haibun

Haibun 2

Haibun 3

Haibun 4

Haibun 5

Haibun 6

Variation on a Noel

Staffage

The Lonedale Operator

Proust’s Questionnaire

Cups with Broken Handles

Just Someone You Say Hi To

They Like

So Many Lives

Never Seek to Tell Thy Love

Darlene’s Hospital

Destiny Waltz

Try Me! I’m Different!

One of the Most Extraordinary Things in Life

Whatever It Is, Wherever You Are

Trefoil

Problems

A Wave

About the Author

Publisher’s Note

Long before they were ever written down, poems were organized in lines. Since the invention of the printing press, readers have become increasingly conscious of looking at poems, rather than hearing them, but the function of the poetic line remains primarily sonic. Whether a poem is written in meter or in free verse, the lines introduce some kind of pattern into the ongoing syntax of the poem’s sentences; the lines make us experience those sentences differently. Reading a prose poem, we feel the strategic absence of line.

But precisely because we’ve become so used to looking at poems, the function of line can be hard to describe. As James Longenbach writes in
The Art of the Poetic Line
, “Line has no identity except in relation to other elements in the poem, especially the syntax of the poem’s sentences. It is not an abstract concept, and its qualities cannot be described generally or schematically. It cannot be associated reliably with the way we speak or breathe. Nor can its function be understood merely from its visual appearance on the page.” Printed books altered our relationship to poetry by allowing us to see the lines more readily. What new challenges do electronic reading devices pose?

In a printed book, the width of the page and the size of the type are fixed. Usually, because the page is wide enough and the type small enough, a line of poetry fits comfortably on the page: What you see is what you’re supposed to hear as a unit of sound. Sometimes, however, a long line may exceed the width of the page; the line continues, indented just below the beginning of the line. Readers of printed books have become accustomed to this convention, even if it may on some occasions seem ambiguous—particularly when some of the lines of a poem are already indented from the left-hand margin of the page.

But unlike a printed book, which is stable, an ebook is a shape-shifter. Electronic type may be reflowed across a galaxy of applications and interfaces, across a variety of screens, from phone to tablet to computer. And because the reader of an ebook is empowered to change the size of the type, a poem’s original lineation may seem to be altered in many different ways. As the size of the type increases, the likelihood of any given line running over increases.

Our typesetting standard for poetry is designed to register that when a line of poetry exceeds the width of the screen, the resulting run-over line should be indented, as it might be in a printed book. Take a look at John Ashbery’s “Disclaimer” as it appears in two different type sizes.

Each of these versions of the poem has the same number of lines: the number that Ashbery intended. But if you look at the second, third, and fifth lines of the second stanza in the right-hand version of “Disclaimer,” you’ll see the automatic indent; in the fifth line, for instance, the word
ahead
drops down and is indented. The automatic indent not only makes poems easier to read electronically; it also helps to retain the rhythmic shape of the line—the unit of sound—as the poet intended it. And to preserve the integrity of the line, words are never broken or hyphenated when the line must run over. Reading “Disclaimer” on the screen, you can be sure that the phrase “you pause before the little bridge, sigh, and turn ahead” is a complete line, while the phrase “you pause before the little bridge, sigh, and turn” is not.

Open Road has adopted an electronic typesetting standard for poetry that ensures the clearest possible marking of both line breaks and stanza breaks, while at the same time handling the built-in function for resizing and reflowing text that all ereading devices possess. The first step is the appropriate semantic markup of the text, in which the formal elements distinguishing a poem, including lines, stanzas, and degrees of indentation, are tagged. Next, a style sheet that reads these tags must be designed, so that the formal elements of the poems are always displayed consistently. For instance, the style sheet reads the tags marking lines that the author himself has indented; should that indented line exceed the character capacity of a screen, the run-over part of the line will be indented further, and all such runovers will look the same. This combination of appropriate coding choices and style sheets makes it easy to display poems with complex indentations, no matter if the lines are metered or free, end-stopped or enjambed.

Ultimately, there may be no way to account for every single variation in the way in which the lines of a poem are disposed visually on an electronic reading device, just as rare variations may challenge the conventions of the printed page, but with rigorous quality assessment and scrupulous proofreading, nearly every poem can be set electronically in accordance with its author’s intention. And in some regards, electronic typesetting increases our capacity to transcribe a poem accurately: In a printed book, there may be no way to distinguish a stanza break from a page break, but with an ereader, one has only to resize the text in question to discover if a break at the bottom of a page is intentional or accidental.

Our goal in bringing out poetry in fully reflowable digital editions is to honor the sanctity of line and stanza as meticulously as possible—to allow readers to feel assured that the way the lines appear on the screen is an accurate embodiment of the way the author wants the lines to sound. Ever since poems began to be written down, the manner in which they ought to be written down has seemed equivocal; ambiguities have always resulted. By taking advantage of the technologies available in our time, our goal is to deliver the most satisfying reading experience possible.

At North Farm

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?

Hardly anything grows here,

Yet the granaries are bursting with meal,

The sacks of meal piled to the rafters.

The streams run with sweetness, fattening fish;

Birds darken the sky. Is it enough

That the dish of milk is set out at night,

That we think of him sometimes,

Sometimes and always, with mixed feelings?

Rain Moving In

The blackboard is erased in the attic

And the wind turns up the light of the stars,

Sinewy now. Someone will find out, someone will know.

And if somewhere on this great planet

The truth is discovered, a patch of it, dried, glazed by the sun,

It will just hang on, in its own infamy, humility. No one

Will be better for it, but things can’t get any worse.

Just keep playing, mastering as you do the step

Into disorder this one meant. Don’t you see

It’s all we can do? Meanwhile, great fires

Arise, as of haystacks aflame. The dial has been set

And that’s ominous, but all your graciousness in living

Conspires with it, now that this is our home:

A place to be from, and have people ask about.

The Songs We Know Best

Just like a shadow in an empty room

Like a breeze that’s pointed from beyond the tomb

Just like a project of which no one tells—

Or didja really think that I was somebody else?

Your clothes and pantlegs lookin’ out of shape

Shape of the body over which they drape

Body which has acted in so many scenes

But didja ever think of what that body means?

It is an organ and a vice to some

A necessary evil which we all must shun

To others an abstraction and a piece of meat

But when you’re looking out you’re in the driver’s seat!

No man cares little about fleshly things

They fill him with a silence that spreads in rings

We wish to know more but we are never sated

No wonder some folks think the flesh is overrated!

The things we know now all got learned in school

Try to learn a new thing and you break the rule

Our knowledge isn’t much it’s just a small amount

But you feel it quick inside you when you’re down for the count

You look at me and frown like I was out of place

I guess I never did much for the human race

Just hatched some schemes on paper that looked good at first

Sat around and watched until the bubble burst

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