#a. r. ammons

[mournfulroses]

A. R. Ammons, from a poem titled "Shot Glass," featured in The New Yorker

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— A.R. Ammons, "Play"

[cutiewithawakenedheart]

"I devour the sunlight off

leaves."

----A. R. Ammons

[infinitesofnought]

But the motion occurs only in the body of the walker or in the body of the words. It can't be extracted and contemplated. It is nonreproducible and nonlogical. It can't be translated into another body. There is only one way to know it and that is to enter into it. To summarize, a walk involves the whole person; it is not reproducible: its shape occurs, unfolds: it has a motion characteristic of the walker.

– A. R. Ammons, "A Poem is a Walk"

[sisyphusshrugged]

A. R. Ammons

[femmeslash]

happy october 🍂🍁

Burnout in the Overshoot, A. R. Ammons

[dreamlesson]

infographic visualizing the poems of A.R. Ammons | class project from an English class over a decade ago

[pityroad]

— Stills, A. R. Ammonds (via poetryisnotaluxury)

[text ID: STILLS

I have nowhere / to go and

nowhere to go

when I get / back from there]

[potatoesandsunshine]

[nil-ebooks]

A poem by A. R. Ammons:

The spring

in

her step

has

turned to

PUMPKIN SPICE LET'S GO PUMPKIN SPICE TIME THAT'S RIGHT IT'S SEPTEMBER LOVE DA PUMPKIN SPICE GET A HOME RUN

[cityofchapin]

"Anxiety"

by A. R. Ammons from The Really Short Poems of A. R. Ammons The sparrowhawk flies hard to stand in the air: something about direction lets us loose into ease and slow grace.

[apoemis]

“I can’t tell you where a poem comes from, what it is, or what it is for: nor can any other. The reason I can’t tell you is that the purpose of a poem is to go past telling, to be recognized by burning.”

— A.R. Ammons, “A Poem is a Walk”

[cutiewithawakenedheart]

"Sisyphus

knew each upward strain

& groan

soaked into the hard

potential of the stone."

----A. R. Ammons

[infinitesofnought]

This suggests to me that description, logic, and hypothesis, reaching toward higher and higher levels of generality, come finally to an antithesis logic can't bridge. But poetry, the imagination, can create a vehicle, at once concrete and universal, one and many, similar and diverse, that is capable of bridging the duality and of bringing us the experience of a "real" world that is also a reconciled, a unified, real world. And this vehicle is the only expression of language, of words, that I know of that contradicts my quotation from Lao-tse, because a poem becomes, like reality, an existence about which nothing that can be said in words is worth saying.

– A. R. Ammons, "A Poem is a Walk"

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still, a. r. ammons

[litbowl]

From The Really Short Poems of A. R. Ammons. (W.W. Norton, 1992).