With pigeon force the air men come clattering. It would be sad if it wasn’t so funny, one swore.
Stay out of the nettles. Do not live above the shop. His men may find you there. Otherwise, as coma says, my beans, my peas, my coma get read into the riot act.
That comes later.
After three decades of futility, you have to ask: Who was this composer? Was he known for anything else? Is the mere survival of the notes justified, or do we all survive this way, more or less?
John AshberyJohn Ashbery has published more than twenty volumes of poetry, including his Pulitzer Prize-winning collection Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror. A new collection of poems, Commotion of the Birds (Ecco), is out this year.