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Anselm Berrigan

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Anselm Berrigan

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)

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Mocking model on table helps

Hate my exploding (again) pen

She insists upon ignoring from

Her cover the iffy chromatics

Of the Curie hospital's petit

Waiting room, little squares

Of color posting up hyper-bored

On passing surfaces, they surface

To pass me, I like to

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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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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

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