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Early in Free Cell, Anselm Berrigan's most recent book, he writes: "I didn't come writing/out of the womb/you know." If that sounds just a bit too insistent, consider the familial weight this poet carries. If there is an unremunerated royalty in the American avant-garde, then Berrigan is a member of one of the royal families. His father was the wildly experimental Ted Berrigan, a central and charismatic figure in the New York poetry world for a couple of decades, until his early death in 1983. Anselm's mother is the equally influential