Thanks to Ana, whose wish is law in this country, the poet we will be celebrating in January is none other than John Ashbery! It is certain that Wallace Stevens would approve, whose pairs of pants John Ashbery sometimes loves to wear. Also, it will be a lovely change to celebrate someone who is actually alive--may he live forever; may he stride like a deathless brontosaurus over this fat, fat land; may the fragrant baby of his face be bright with drool to the shining end, like so!
Hurrah! Mr. Ashbery, your party begins now.