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About this poet

Anselm Berrigan was born in 1972 in Chicago, Illinois. He received a BA from SUNY Buffalo and an MFA from Brooklyn College. He is the son of poets Alice Notley and the late Ted Berrigan.

He is the author of several books of poetry, including Something for Everybody (Wave Books, 2018), Come in Alone (Wave Books, 2016), Notes from Irrelevance (Wave Books, 2011), Free Cell (City Lights Books, 2009), and Integrity and Dramatic Life (Edge, 1999). With Alice Notley and his brother Edmund Berrigan, he coedited The Collected Poems of Ted Berrigan (University of California, 2005) and the Selected Poems of Ted Berrigan (University of California, 2011).

Berrigan was a New York State Foundation for the Arts Fellow in poetry in 2007 and has received threegrants from the Fund for Poetry. From 2003 to 2007, he served as artistic director of The Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church. He is cochair of writing at the Milton Avery Graduate School of the Arts and also teaches writing at Pratt Institute and Brooklyn College. He lives in New York City.


Bibliography

Something for Everybody (Wave Books, 2018)
Come in Alone (Wave Books, 2016)
Notes from Irrelevance (Wave Books, 2011)
Free Cell (City Lights Books, 2009)
Some Notes on My Programming (Edge, 2006)
Zero Star Hotel (Edge, 2002)
Integrity and Dramatic Life (Edge, 1999)

Poem for circulation

Things surrounding things
fill my Wicked Tuna grid
 
heart with a swishy austerity-like
intention. I cut my post-fleshy
 
forearms & bleed a serious parallel
echo chamber reading everything
 
to approve of nothing. I massage  
my anterior cruciate ligaments
 
to celebrate a hard won royal flush.
This mind is slick-like and easy-like
 
and music-like and gesture-like
and, as I am the dappled heathen
 
you've been given internal permission
to dismiss from your sacrosanct
 
barricades and bounty systems,
coy, and shit-like. A second first-person
 
recapitulation does not defiantly
buy shape rightly here. Sane
 
continuity is your trashy blues
making progress out of heart's lack.
 
How should I know you're not
there bleeding, respectably
 
to conclude a moist relentment
and make my evil labors clear?

Copyright © 2012 by Anselm Berrigan. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright © 2012 by Anselm Berrigan. Used with permission of the author.

Anselm Berrigan

Anselm Berrigan

Anselm Berrigan is the author of five books of poetry, including Notes from Irrelevance (Wave Books, 2011).

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Goodness is better than evil	
Becuz it is nicer. I detest your

                                                     Holding me so high in the air
                                                     While I cry fat tears pre-bath
			
       Tap for more tweets, munch
       In the preserved meatlight
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Recordings made when no
one's there, that's what we like.

Too many scraps full of pockets.
We agree, but clause. Always.

A punk rock lunch on sidewalk,
stakesters plummeting from

condimental tips. I'm implying
for jobs by writing you, despite

your sounding Beatles-chafed

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At the Smith and Jones
Factory I get my
Gear, don't smoke
Don't vote, dry off
With Madonna towel
It's a field night
For the roachies
Smoked too many
Crumbs, too much
Genre manipulation

looks like nothing