the nbcc reminded us that the book's critics circle awards included paul salles, rw lewis and john ashbery. so to honor the first nbcc ceremony is another way into tonight's i thought i would read a short but from the first national book critics circle award winner and poetry a brief passage from the title of john ashbery's self portrait. self portrait in the complex near. on the surface of it, they're seems no special reason why that light should be focused by love or where the city is falling with its beautiful suburbs into space always less clear, was defined should read as the support of its progress the eisel upon which the drama unfolded to its own satisfaction and to the end of our dreaming. as we had never dreamed it would end. in one day with a painted promise showing through as a bond. this nondescript never to be defined daytime is the secret of where it takes place come and we can no longer return to the various conflicting statements gathered lapses of memory of the principal witnesses. always we are a little early. it's the today has that special, the sunlight reproduces safe