John Berryman

Wikipedia Poem, No. 505

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“The greens of the Ganges delta foliate.” Berryman

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 so strong. Emily don’t, said the
raggedy rabbi. The man drives his talon
into warmth. Warmth for the jain is
chubby. Just chubby. For the film to succeed
it must inhabit its fastidious corner. I am the hard one
must explain. Its unnamed elsewhere. No one denies
the yes of youth. Animal meat wrestles the delta
foliate. Talon languor in either statutes or statue
guarantees change. Powerwash. The pretty work of a dandy.

Alexa, Define Arrogance

Wikipedia Poem, No. 436

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Robert Rauschenberg, Erased de Kooning Drawing, 1953

 

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 frisson
of excitement

back
here

and in general i can say that
everything is much
the same
after that everything
is much
the same after that
everything is much the same and my bank account remains
the same after that everything is much the same
and my
bank account remains the same
after that everything is overis overdon’t know
i don’t know i
don’t get any frisson
of

excitement

back here and my
bank account remains the same
after that
everything is
much
the
same and my
view of excitement back here
and my bank
account remains
the same after that everything
is over excitement back
here and in general i can

say

that everything is
much the
same after that everything is much the same
after that is overn general
i can say that everything is much
the same and my bank
account
remains
the same
after that everything is
overame after
that

everything

is
much the same and my bank account remains
the same and my bank account remains the
same after
that is much
the same
and my bank account remains the same and in general
i can say that everything is
much the same and my bank account remains the
same after that everything is
much the
same and my bank account remains the same
and
my bank
account remains the same after
that everything
is
much the same
and
my bank account remains the same and my
bank account remains the same after that everything
is
much the
same and

my
bank account
remains the same

and my bank account
remains the same
and
my bank account
remains the
same
after
that
everything
is much
the same after
that
everything
is much
the same
and
my bank account remains the
same
after that is much the
same and
my bank
account
remains
the
same
after
that everything is much
the
same
and
my bank account remains the same
and my bank account remains the same
and my bank
account remains the same
and
my bank account remains the same and
my bank
account
remains the
same and my bank account remains
the same and my bank
account remains the
same and in general i can say that everything is
much
the same and
my bank
account remains the
same and my view of excitement
back
here and

my work remains

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 159

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“And we must now reckon with what we have done to our own blood.” Ta-Nehisi Coates, Black Panther, No. 1

 

          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) light

he would 
       spit in my 
          peers 
walking with my trampoline christian 
    multi-materials

no one locked an arrowhead 
         will jump a yellow 
bus it's fundament this 
aggressive carbon gown 
governs my nursing

Library of Congress

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“‘Two-Eyes could bear no more’ like the dusty swan / Shut of its cage and doubtful what to do” Berryman

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 song of the demented priest
The song of the young Hawaiian
The song of the tortured girl

The song of the bridegroom
Rock-study with wanderer
The long
New Year's Eve

Narcissus moving
The dispossessed
Scots poem.

Source:

“Library of congress LCCN Permalink for 94838656.” The Library of Congress. n.d. Web.

Good Parenting

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“Now—tell me, my love, if you recall / the dove light after dawn at the island and all—” Berryman

 

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 understand
The cup on mother’s head
Why you’d come, hawks,
Taking my jazz
They don’t aggress

Condottieri, becoming, of course
The subtext of acetylene
He should have come out and talked

Wikipedia Poem, No. 118

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INTERVIEWER: What was it like to take high tea with William Butler Yeats?

     Cartwright calmingly my        hero  main part 
         was just         recomment it  Finally I   did most of a more 
     though, big heart       was extremely courteous, and I though,
big head, rathead her wonderful looking 
     in particulars 
       I reaping was just a    cold bath, and when 

     lit      it for Yeats, and still don't feel           he was     
just recomment back that surprise 
      he realized the said, “I had the fruits of my chamber." He 
realized that surprise he     was extremely courteous, and still don't 
know 
how much he      day. 

He       was much he aged when 
we went in. Finally      I didn't       know on 
it's    just a cold me down. So I were         drunk early 

    succeeded the      fruits of reached here? 
And he was          just recomment. I asked for 
  Mr.     Yeats, and still don't feel 

he           drunk early succeeded various and asked for 
Mr. Yeats, and my chamber.     He was just the funniest 
       the       day. He said he        was left     over. 

The taller the fruits 
of realized that surprise not asked for 
      Yeats. 
Very kind. At a cold   bath, and 
   we arrived in the sense to me 
he was left over revise not           asked 

   forget in. Finally I didn't know, 
     but in my own. So I       were drunk 
          early succeeded various and 
         
take off        on my own.      So I gave revise he       
was extremely could see though, big heart was just 
    a        cold bath, and I still          don't know       my

Who is Mr. Yeats? Who is Ben Jonson?

Source: Stitt, Peter A. “John Berryman, The Art of Poetry No. 16.” Paris Review. Winter 1972. Web. 3 Dec. 2015.