Berryman: There Sat Down, Once, a Thing on Henry's Heart.
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@quagapp You are an idiot. A sad ignorant idiot. You will never know anything. I promise.
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Pity he is drunk. Totally spoils his great work. Sad. It is better to simply read the dream songs to one self.
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@stevevandien you might be interested in A. Alvarez'z 'The Savage God.'
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An original approach to reciting one's lines. Not easy the entire whorehouse of public readings and shit.
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No, this guy does not fuck around.
Although he missed a word.
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This is as good as Life gets without God. He loved being lost, it made him special.
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A prof at my university, unable to find words,wouldn't take a look at the paper... I am "thinking," this guy is not fucking around: how moved I am by this- I appreciate the anguish and depression! I didn't get the full effect he was trying to convey. Can you imagine? Amazing stuff. Sontag would be proud. Best moment? Each 10 seconds it just pours out of him like the Budd Dwyer bullet you know is waiting in the lurk. FYI: there ought to be a law against Henry. Mr. Bones: meow.
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"Thinking" come like the Budd Dwyer bullet you know is waiting in the lurk! There is no escaping.
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"Thinking" come like the Budd Dwyer bullet youw is waiting in the lurk! There is no escaping.
this guy is not fucking around.
sallygal7 3 years ago 55
Best moment in poetry of all time is the last stanza of this poem.
hazillow 2 years ago 11