From “Because of Poetry” / by John Bradley
A sort of review in Sulfur of the irrepressible Kent Johnson’s defiant new book of poems:
Because of Poetry I Have a Really Big House (Shearsman Books, $18.00)
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“Say, isn’t that John Ashbery?” I asked. “Over there, speaking with some young poet who’s trying to look like a young John Ashbery?” I told him, though I sounded just like the Kent Johnson in the “Matterhorn” poem who tells Fred Seidel that he sees John Ashbery. “That’s ridiculous. Everyone knows Ashbery is dead,” said Kent. “And besides, why would the Poetry Institute put John Ashbery in a poetry re-education camp. They love his poetry.”
More and more confused, I turned again to a poem to help me right my balance. “’Could someone tell me why I’ve never been / selected for the yearly Best American Poetry?’” I read from “Could Someone Tell Me Why.” Is it a crime, I wondered, to write such a thing in a poem? I must have said this aloud, as Kent told me that he would be released from the re-education camp as soon as he wrote a poem that was chosen for Best American Poetry. I wasn’t sure if he was joking or serious, and I nervously laughed. “But that means you’ll be here forever!” I said, to cheer him up. I could hear John Ashbery laughing nearby.
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