Thingitation righteousness for pre-avail to drive away the mighty kraken
Put me in a room full of strangers and leave me alone
...
In the error
thinking of non-intervention
with you. A red sun
(don't look) pokes
...
Just wasted
and taking it.
In life
I rally
constantly.
...
When I was little I cut off the heads
of many lords. I can't count on the energy
that took to rise in me at will, but I've
strengthened my ability to make a
...
Anselm Berrigan (born 1972 in Chicago, Illinois) is a poet and teacher. Anselm Berrigan grew up in New York City, where he currently resides with his wife, poet Karen Weiser From 2003 to 2007, he served as artistic director at the St. Mark's Poetry Project. He is the brother of poet and musician Edmund Berrigan, half-brother of Kate Berrigan and scientist David Berrigan, son of poets Alice Notley and the late Ted Berrigan, and stepson of the late English poet and prose writer Douglas Oliver. He has also lived in Buffalo, NY at the "Ranch" and was known lovingly as "Anton" in San Francisco, CA. He is a co-chair of the writing program at the Bard College summer MFA program and a professor at Wesleyan University. He has also taught writing at Brooklyn College, Rutgers University, Pratt Institute, and the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa. His newest works are a book-length poem called Notes From Irrelevance (2011), Sure Shot (2013), and Loading (2013), which was done in collaboration with artist Jonathan Allen.)
Primitive State [excerpt]
Thingitation righteousness for pre-avail to drive away the mighty kraken
Put me in a room full of strangers and leave me alone
...cauldron in twine, disarray as fair game, keen ablution borne skeezed...
Forced into assertions by a lack of attention
...the warp we held out in readiness, taking wind off the table, the awe thus retrofitted
within the futility of cleanliness, that mere cost...
But I am not trying to achieve a general unity of impression, which anyway sounds like a
metaphysics of port authority
Clear-cut you are my enemy, alternate pen failing eternity
...bazaar residence, chatty folly, all perks, all codes...
If'n diffident glee
For the appearance of a glove, designed in wood to imitate a mama whooping crane from
the neck up, would prevent the little chick from being humanized by coming through a
hatch in the wall to commence feeding time
Where its nothing personal happens
Selling points envying the rim
The patter of claws as I upload Brahms in the dark
He demonstrated the location of his injury by touching the trainer's parallel area
...video courtesies, seeing the quiddity a five-headed eagle brings to light, in a touch...
A late run at respectability about to come up short
Mellow radiation lulls with rosemary
T'aint
The window so far behind the what
...drums in the bleep, four savory flavors in mind, forgeries bloody coming after me...
It was indeed a terrible idea to lend a valuable book to a painter
Soon I must go to sleep and simulate someone at rest
Trilobite death wish to replace beer funnels downstairs with
She pours herself into recognition as if every moment is a new one
Should I hide the ointment from the truth
The industry of analyzing that which may
String straps suck
Should I gnaw on everything with my five pesky teeth
To sit back down still high amidst the aggro-squirrel set under amber street light, kid
asleep, paper catching drizzle, phone lurking in pocket
Standards, such as yours, don't exist
...risers tracking reliquaries, gradations of skill at filling a thirty-second spot...
At some point it became spontaneous to have a plan
A daydream that everyone speaks only in acronyms