Ashbery is still the man. Turn to page 43 of your copy of Where Shall I Wander and read the poem "Well-Lit Places."

"The proud, the famous, the magnficent
exude gentleness and megalomania.
Embassies are loud with the sound of cymbals and organ.
The taste of insolence is sharp, with an agreeable mingled sweetness."

Not every poem in the book is on that level. I haven't read much of it yet. I'm getting to know it gradually.

See also page 9.

What?! You don't have the book yet? Waiting for it to come out in paperback? Maybe the New York Times convinced you that, while Ashbery is important enough to put on the cover of the Book Review, you don't really need to read ANOTHER damned Ashbery book. Maybe you brought a Pinsky to an Ashbery fight once and got badly beaten.