In Betweener

Anselm Berrigan

                       The sun got its new angel wings tee-shirt                               smudged with the sandbox’s finest                                   demi-mud. This would render                           appearances partial, with a cornball’s                        incongruence. Sidewalk chalk radioactive                  Well, we’ll never write that letter to            the lozenges, I mean that shrinkingpostcard on the way to Saturn    Will someone please hand me                               my martini, so I can                                   make it through this     The                                                   awful ordeal?         title                                        Name there            placed                                             in the palm                    the                                                             of your natural                 action                                                                     tremor                     off-centerrendering that floating                green eye, well                                it floated                        off onto some                bell somewhere                      Yesterday’s duck                                        seemed to have three parents: a vulture                                                                                                a turkey, & a something                                                                                                                                                            a plastic                                                                                                                                                    shapelinessunaccountably                  signaling Dark Star                                Winged creatures                                                suspend shyness                                                                       & we were stabbed                                                                                        with permission                                                                                  all over                                                                        & again, the assemblages                                                                                    of guilt                                                                                frozen in dispossession                                                            Did that closet just murmur?“No mere solar beam can harm the lord of photosynthesis”“No barrier can stop one who dwells between all boundaries”“Welcome back to life, my former foes”“& be tied to the end of your string / flying in the air babes at night”

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Photograph of the grey shadow of a man and a rolling suitcase

Anselm Berrigan is the author of many books of poetry: Pregrets, (Black Square Editions, 2021), Something for Everybody, (Wave Books, 2018), Come In Alone (Wave Books, May 2016), Primitive State (Edge, 2015), Notes from Irrelevance (Wave Books, 2011), Free Cell (City Lights Books, 2009), Some Notes on My Programming (Edge, 2006), Zero Star Hotel (Edge, 2002), and Integrity and Dramatic Life (Edge, 1999). He is also the editor of What is Poetry? (Just Kidding, I Know You Know): Interviews from the Poetry Project Newsletter (1983–2009) and co-author of two collaborative books: Loading, with visual artist Jonathan Allen (Brooklyn Arts Press, 2013), and Skasers, with poet John Coletti (Flowers & Cream, 2012). He was the poetry editor for The Brooklyn Rail from 2008 through 2023. With Alice Notley and Edmund Berrigan he co-edited The Collected Poems of Ted Berrigan (U. California, 2005) and the Selected Poems of Ted Berrigan (U. California, 2011). More recently, he co-edited Get The Money! Collected Prose of Ted Berrigan (City Lights, 2022) with Notley, Edmund Berrigan, and Nick Sturm. A member of the subpress publishing collective, he has published books by Hoa Nguyen, Steve Carey, Adam DeGraff, and Brendan Lorber. From 2003-2007 he was Artistic Director of The Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church, where he also hosted the Wednesday Night Reading Series for four years. He teaches writing classes at Pratt Institute and Brooklyn College, and was a longtime Co-Chair in Writing at the Milton Avery Graduate School of the Arts interdisciplinary MFA program. Berrigan was granted an Individual Artists Award from the Foundation of Contemporary Arts in 2017, and was also awarded a 2015 Process Space Residency by the Lower Manhattan Cultural Council, and a Robert Rauschenberg Residency by the Robert Rauschenberg Foundation in 2014. He was a New York State Foundation for the Arts fellow in Poetry for 2007, and has received three grants from the Fund for Poetry.

Seattle, Washington

In his latest collection, Don't Forget to Love Me, Anselm Berrigan is at his most intimate, allowing us to tag along through the immediate histories of present moments in poems that were primarily written at the height of the pandemic.

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