tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701746170614286174.post1916792548441708816..comments2024-02-22T19:08:30.210-06:00Comments on Hyacinths and Biscuits: Number 201: John Berryman: "Dream Song 149" and "Dream Song 150"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391515249079225198noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701746170614286174.post-14481659793241118232015-09-16T13:43:15.848-05:002015-09-16T13:43:15.848-05:00I enjoyed reading your comments and reflections. I...I enjoyed reading your comments and reflections. I'm writing a chamber opera about Berryman and will be doing a short run performance of it in Minneapolis - if you'd happen to be interested. I set some of his Delmore poems to music too. Let me know if yr around. Best, Greg brosofskehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08504969355759533013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701746170614286174.post-48539017539793120052014-09-10T15:00:59.386-05:002014-09-10T15:00:59.386-05:00Hap - my earlier comment doesn't seem to have ...Hap - my earlier comment doesn't seem to have appeared\been published. no biggie, just an ode to JB, thought you might like it... :-)<br /><br />goodbye john<br /><br />sorry. so the saying goes.<br />i wasn't there. too cold.<br /><br />even tho i suppose <br />for a lark you chose minneapolis<br /><br />could there be anywhere<br />farther from everywhere?<br /><br />then again folks there<br />talk kinda funny, eh?<br /><br />i wonder what that really<br />looked like, if anyone saw<br /><br />a tall brown bearded<br />albatross, diving at the ice<br /><br />but he is longer<br />than his wings are wide<br /><br />and i swear he's a tail<br />wagging from his ass<br /><br />of course i wasn't there<br />was sitting at the aberdeen<br /><br />taken away, besotted<br />by dream songs writ<br /><br />as if with strange<br />aerosolized muds<br /><br />a cache so wholly new<br />so to avoid mouths<br /><br />or so it seemed. it seemed<br />and still seems. so let.<br /><br />gawd that was afar<br />ago, all that air<br /><br />i read the news<br />today<br /><br />'harms & the child<br />i sing' and drink<br /><br />cups o' the world's fists<br />at stations of friends<br /><br />still, i did wonder<br />up until now. and still<br /><br />wonder. that i would write<br />my goodbye, a thank-you<br /><br />note of mud, as one does.<br />at least a season later.<br /><br />& looked and saw<br />the cold airs of winnipeg<br /><br />weaving those ices<br />below the bridges.crashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15643896783108662076noreply@blogger.com