I was happy to see a new book (Dear Sandy, Hello: Letters from Ted to Sandy Berrigan) being published posthumously by one of my favorite poets, Ted Berrigan. The book will be released in October. It is a book of letters between the poet and his wife. Shortly after they were married, her father committed his daughter to an asylum and had the sheriff run Ted out of town. For more info, follow the link below to pre-order the book.
If you are not familiar with Ted Berrigan, follow this link. Here you can find poems and audio links. He is my favorite poet to hear read.
This is my favorite poem of his taken from his book, The Sonnets.
Dear Margie, hello. It is 5:15 a.m
dear Berrigan. He died
Back to books. I read
It's 8:30 p.m. in New York and I've been running around all day
old come-all-ye's streel into the streets. Yes, it is now,
How Much Longer Shall I Be Able To Inhabit the Divine
and the day a bright gray turning green
feminine marvelous and tough
watching the sun come up over the Navy Yard
to write scotch-tape body in a notebook
had 17 and 1/2 milligrams
Dear Margie, hello. It is 5:15 a.m.
fucked til 7 now she's late to work and I'm
18 so why are my hands shaking I should know better