Ashbery

Master of probabilities, inventor of worlds poised before being collapsed into the real, hovering almost in a perpetual quantum state. Where are You ? Are you hiding in a fuzzy cloud of words, beneath a clever disguise of masks or have you simply broken yourself down into elemental parts and scattered them throughout the parallel worlds of your poems which, like crazy mirrors, stretch and strangely entertain the receptors in our dimensionally challenged brains.