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[thewearyluddite-blog]

Dream Wail 1

Here I prospectively ascribe all the honor and the glory to whaling; for a whaleship was my Yale College and my Harvard.

-Herman Melville (Moby Dick)

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He learned in the water, learned in the air, a sycamore was his teacher – his guidance. Ishmael oiled his education with chowder and gin, oh yes, and gin! Was he loved? Did thoughts of warm nights take away from his whaling institution?   Ishmael found himself engulfed, passion’s jaws had him like Jonah. He didn’t have arms sprawled, or legs wrapped. -Queequeg or the companion: You learnee from the moment, from the moment you knowee. Ishmael patted his leg in agreement.   Icey waters were the launch of icy lessons, his companion’s a cannibal – a noble savage, what would Hawthorne have to say? 300th lay was a worthy stipend for Ishmael, for education, not of knowledge, but of will. He awaited the sea and its adventure.    

[ceejayheff]

the ball poem

What is the boy now, who has lost his ball. What, what is he to do? I saw it go Merrily bouncing, down the street, and then Merrily over—there it is in the water! No use to say 'O there are other balls': An ultimate shaking grief fixes the boy As he stands rigid, trembling, staring down All his young days into the harbour where His ball went. I would not intrude on him, A dime, another ball, is worthless. Now He senses first responsibility In a world of possessions. People will take balls, Balls will be lost always, little boy, And no one buys a ball back. Money is external. He is learning, well behind his desperate eyes, The epistemology of loss, how to stand up Knowing what every man must one day know And most know many days, how to stand up And gradually light returns to the street, A whistle blows, the ball is out of sight. Soon part of me will explore the deep and dark Floor of the harbour . . I am everywhere, I suffer and move, my mind and my heart move With all that move me, under the water Or whistling, I am not a little boy.

John Berryman

[ceejayheff]

i dreamt he drove me back to the asylum

I dreamt he drove me back to the asylum Straight after lunch; we stood then at one end, A sort of cafeteria behind, my friend Behind me, nuts in groups about the room; A dumbwaiter with five shelves was waiting (some- thing's missing here) to take me up - I bend And lift a quart of milk to hide and tend, Take with me. Everybody is watching, dumb. I try to put it first among some worm- shot volumes of the N.E.D. I had On the top shelf - then somewhere else... slowly Lise comes up in a matron's uniform And with a look (I saw once) infinitely sad In her grey eyes takes it away from me.

John Berryman

[quotethislater]

On fear. #johnberryman #fear #quotethislater #qoutes https://www.instagram.com/p/CBOH-kZgXks/?igshid=fjkq75gk6zqf

[99quotes]

Quote by John Berryman

Phillip Harrison was the production designer, though, I think he's uncredited. He's done most of my films like Blue Thunder. Lots and lots over the years.

Phillip Harrison was the production designer, though, I think he's uncredited. He's done most of my films like Blue Thunder. Lots and lots over the years. —John Berryman

[mj1982mjha]

"Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so." #AmericanPoet #JohnBerryman was born on this day in 1914.His #Dreamsongs is hailed as a classic poetry book.A poet of deep unease #Berryman was a pillar of #ConfessionalPoetry. #happybirthdayJohnBerryman ! #OTD. (at Samastipur) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4Avbl0BUgW/?igshid=1xhw5ugdh5dpg

[yourdisappointedarms]

Snowy Ohio Saturday, perfect for a bookstore run. Thanks @lastexitbooks for the latest haul. #peterhandke #roddydoyle #johnberryman #spaldinggray #williamtvollmann (at Last Exit Book Store) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsjpIk8gxd_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xlljjjo4zgom

[yourdisappointedarms]

“Soon part of me will explore the deep and dark Floor of the harbour . . I am everywhere, I suffer and move, my mind and my heart move With all that move me, under the water” Remembering one of the greatest. On the morning of this day, 1972, John Berryman threw himself from the Washington Avenue Bridge in Minneapolis onto the West Bank of the Mississippi. #johnberryman #american #poet #scholar #columbiauniversity #nationalbookaward #pulitzerprize #bollingenprize #dreamsongs #confessionalpoetry #mentalhealth #addiction (at Highland Square, Akron) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsVLK_6gH__/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=raik7qjwtr2p