Alice Notley, also willing to push the boundaries of our expectations of poetry, but in a quieter, perhaps more philosophical way than Ted. Is it any wonder that their son, when he found himself drawn to the same art, has needed to create his own space in the poetic landscape?
In the past he has worked with different approaches to the poem and has been more than willing to play with his voice and the language that contains it, but this new book has a much larger reach. The first three quarters of Free Cell is a long series of linked poems (or perhaps one long poem) called "Have a Good One." Indeed that phrase we Americans hear several times every day recurs whenever a new fragment in Berrigan's series is introduced. It is in boldface and in a different typeface from the rest of the poem, as if it is there to remind us of something new and different. Yet it is repeated all the way through--until it becomes dull, and then transcends dullness. By the end of the seventy-five-page poem, we hear it in a new way.
Within this series, Berrigan is able to bring in all kinds of things. Characters from comic books, sports, and popular music appear, close to wonderfully complex sentences that might even be using some pre-Shakespearean diction. Personal information nestles up against difficult philosophical questions. For instance, one section with a very talky feel to it ("I drank some coffee & was trying/to remember the bathroom's location/& get there") is followed--after the imperative "Have a Good One," of course--by this more elaborately written comment: