Tuesday, 16 August 2011

john berryman

Dream Song 14

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me a a boy
(repeatingly) “Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have no

Inner Resources.” I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
People bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles,

who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, like a drag
and somehow a dog
had taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.


Andrew Shields said...

One of my two favorites from the Dream Songs. (The other being "Rilke was a jerk.")

swiss said...

i'm utterly unfamiliar with berryman but i came across this while looking for stuff to puit on here and thought is was about time he appeared

Roxana said...

i tremendously enjoyed this one and now i am curious about 'Rilke was a jerk' too! :-)

Dominic Rivron said...

One of my favourites - thanks for reminding me. Just been reading Les Murray's "Morse", another great fun-to-read poem.


swiss said...

i can' believe i've only got one les murray on here. i'll need to address that and this may be the very poem to do it with. cheers