The poems in Breezeway move lightly between the everyday world,
with its pleasures and absurdities, and the worlds of literature
and art, with theirs. John Ashbery's poems are haunting,
surprising, hilarious, and knowing, the work of an old and always a
new master with an uncanny understanding of our age, its fears and
fragmentation, its fulfilments. Here is Mr Salteena and the station
of the Metro, demystified Middle English mysticism and a
peculiarly-paced samba, a drugstore, a supermarket, Batman and his
dog Pastor Fido, all concluding in 'A Sweet Disorder', in which
Herrick is decisively transformed: 'Pardon my sarong. I'll have a
Shirley Temple.'
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