Read The Collected Poems of Ted Berrigan Online
Authors: Alice Notley
I drank some coke
& took a pill
It made me feel ill, but
optimistic. So,
I went to the Michigan Union for cigarettes.
I cashed a check today—
but that was later. Now
I bought cigarettes, &
The Detroit Free Press.
I decided to eat some vanilla wafers
& drink coffee
at my desk
There was no cream for
the coffee. & the mail
wasn’t out yet.
It pissed me off.
I drank some coffee, black
& it was horrible.
Life is horrible, &
I am stupid.
I think. . . . . . . . . . NOTHING.
Then I think, more coffee. . .
upstairs!
Jackie’s face
picks me up.
She says, “there’s cream
upstairs”
Up more stairs via the elevator:
cream talk amiably to Bert
Hornbach
Come downstairs
&
the mail has
come!
Lots
of mail! I feel pretty good.
Together with my mail back in office.
Sitting.
Johnny Stanton says: “Ted,
you are a myth in my heart.”
He is a myth in my heart!
So, we are both myths!
Warmed by this, & coffee,
I go on. American Express
says:
“You owe us $1,906. Please
Pay
NOW
.”
I say,
sure!
(“Now” means “later”)
Somebody else sends a postcard (Bill).
He says,
“I am advertising your presence
at
YALE
, so please come!”
I say to Bill,
“Have Faith, old
brother! I’ll be there
when you need me.”
In fact, I say that to everyone.
That is the truth,
& so,
I open a beautiful letter
from you. When we are both dead,
that letter
will be Part Two
of this poem.
But now we are both alive
& terrific!
The pregnant waitress
asks
“Would you like
some more coffee?”
Surprised out of the question
I wait seconds “Yes,
I think I would!” I hand her
my empty cup, &
“thank you!” she says. My pleasure.
Every day when the sun comes up
The angels emerge from the rivers
Drily happy & all wet. Easy going
But hard to keep my place. Easy
On the avenue underneath my face.
Difficult alone trying to get true.
Difficult inside alone with you.
The rivers’ blackness flowing just sits
Orange & reds blaze up inside the sky
I sit here & I’ve been thinking this
Red, blue, yellow, green, & white.
mind clicks into gear
& fingers clatter over the keyboard
as intricate insights stream
out of your head:
this goes on for ten hours:
then, take a break: clean
all desk drawers, arrange all
pens & pencils in precise parallel patterns;
stack all books with exactitude in one pile
to coincide perfectly with the right angle
of the desk’s corner.
Whistle thru ten more hours of
arcane insights:
drink a quart of ice-cold pepsi:
clean the ice-box:
past out for ten solid hours
interesting dreams.
2.
Finish papers, wax floors, lose weight, write songs, sing songs, have
conference, sculpt, wake up & think more clearly. Clear up asthma.
treat your obesity, avoid mild depression, decongest, cure your
narcolepsy,
treat your hyper-kinetic brain-damaged children. Open the
Pandora’s Box of amphetamine abuse.
3.
Stretch the emotional sine curve; follow euphoric peaks with descents
into troughs
that are unbearable wells of despair & depression. Become a ravaged
scarecrow.
Cock your emaciated body in
twisted postures grind your caved-in jaw
scratch your torn & pock-marked skin,
keep talking, endlessly.
4.
Jump off a roof on the lower East Side
or
Write a 453 page unintelligible book
5.
Dismantle 12 radios
string beads interminably
empty your purse
sit curled in a chair
& draw intricate designs
in the corner of an envelope
6.
“I felt it rush almost instantly into
my head like a short circuit. My body
began to pulsate, & grew tiny antennae
all quivering in anticipation. I began
to receive telepathic communication from
the people around me. I felt elated.”
7.
get pissed off.
Feel your tongue begin to shred,
lips to crack, the inside of the mouth
become eaten out. Itch all over. See
your fingernails flake off, hair & teeth
fall out.
Buy a Rolls-Royce
Become chief of the Mafia
Consider anti-matter.
8.
Notice that tiny bugs are crawling over your whole body