Anselm Berrigan was the poetry editor for the Brooklyn Rail. He lives and grew up in the somewhat lower part of Manhattan.

when K wants more courage she looks at the way / Rose draws a leg, the barn your studio, one leg /
ghosted, one hip impinged and set for replace- / ment, Mera from Xebel, Jackson Hyde, & Arthur / Curry, constellated, half a melon holding up the shack / by which mammal shadows repose...

Anselm Berrigan is the poetry editor for the Brooklyn Rail. He lives and grew up in the somewhat lower part of Manhattan.

Anselm Berrigan is the poetry editor for the Brooklyn Rail. He lives and grew up in the somewhat lower part of Manhattan.

Steve was a force of Nature, driven by compassion & curiosity. He was opened to everything & everyone. He was naked inside & outside with no boundary between.

The distinction between private and public registers has always been hard for me to find, & I think the specific logic of address often takes care of it as a non-distinction, however accidental, unknowing, or haphazard the insistence of that invented logic gives itself off to be.

Anselm and I first met through a mutual friend, the painter and collagist Jonathan Allen, whose artwork I’d exhibited and whose first art monograph I’d published though my press, Brooklyn Arts Press (BAP).

forced to cuddle but some heirloom of power and peril it must be
I have sufferings natural to me and a desire to repeat the clear truth