I am a writer with no new work.
—Tim Dlugos
It seems like yesterday. And
in walks autumn, nodding.
I decide to sit on top of the
river as it is too early to get my
feet wet. We all speak in the
tongue of a Rooster Cogburn
Western. Today it isn’t play-
acting at all. It just comes
natural, like a hot springs in
Iceland or a mansard roof
in Paris. What was I...? Oh,
so I decide to turn the river
completely off. Approaching
noon. Breakfast was a bunch
of eggs with a lot of meat. The
Collected Poems of Ted Berrigan.
