John Berryman
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‘Dream Song 238’ by John Berryman
Henry’s Programme for God “It was not gay, that life.” You can’t “make me small,” you “can’t put me down” or take away my job I am immune, although it is not gay. Why did we come at all, consonant to whose bidding? Perhaps God is a slob, playful, vast, rough-hewn. Perhaps God resembles one…
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A Noisy Phalanx Is a Safe Phalanx
I impute, with geometry, Hoplite. Consciously I do this to you, Too-Beautiful Poemtaker. Remember John to Philip wrote: “Don’t worry about it Levine, you’re ugly enough to be a great poet.” That’s filled with funny truth — oozes out of the recoiling seams, the reactionary-gunman seams. The Ugly Poet pities him — Perfect Gator…
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Portrait of John Berryman
Wikipedia Poem, No. 645 so do i am exhausted in the end of our minds this instead of our minds this instead of our minds instead of our minds this the end of a heavy cold the end minding the cold speaker and spoken to our annual knowing being offered up to us i have…
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John Berryman
Wikipedia Poem, No. 505 One should promote purchasable things not people. One inspects the grey pain interior. It is said that in a rabbi one discovers the universe’s first wikipedia entry. “My skin itches my skin’s cannibalizing brine,” Henry said. Feel any one discipline is not an obscure witch. I merely because you came on…
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Alexa, Define Arrogance
Wikipedia Poem, No. 436 know i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know i don’t get any…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 159
know everytime you lamp-light in the army my retired arms are patterned in a basket of week-old wild dildos ask “What shattered soon, Berryman? Fiction is a cop out.” keep up again or miss our mouth doom mistaken again or miss what’s full of sky and angel obvious and desperately said in suicidal (irradiated)…
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Library of Congress
Winter landscape The statue The disciple A point of age The traveller The ball poem Fare well The spinning heart Parting as descent Desires of men and women World-telegram Ancestor Boston Common: a meditation upon the hero The moon and the night and the men The enemies of angels Canto amour Young woman’s song The…
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Good Parenting
Lack of night now Vandalism: What’s funnier Squash or a substantial orange yam? In a manger? Spaghetti Wake up with a headache Not the night before, but With death: What a dire truck Skulls skulls skulls Every man, doves, In a mugshot Looks like my father For someone so obsessed Shacked, dated, bored I…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 118
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