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=//John Berryman's Dream Songs//=



**"Father and Son"**
by Jesse Reno Acrylic, Oil Pastel, and Graphite on 100lb Bristol Paper 14 x 11 inches

by John Berryman
 * Dream Song 105: As a kid I believed in democracy: I**

As a kid I believed in democracy: I 'saw no alternative teaching at The Big Place I ah put it in practice: we'd time for one long novel: to a vote” Gone with the Wind they voted: I crunched 'No' and we sat down with War & Peace.

As a man I believed in democracy (nobody ever learns anything): only one lazy day my assistant, called James Dow, & I were chatting, in a failure of meeting of minds, and I said curious 'What are your real politics?' 'Oh, I'm a monarchist.'

Finishing his dissertation, in Political Science. I resign. The universal contempt for Mr Nixon, whom never I liked but who alert & gutsy served us years under a dope, since dynasty K swarmed in. Let's have a King maybe, before a few mindless votes.

by John Berryman**
 * Dream Song 43: 'Oyez, oyez!' The Man Who Did Not Deliver

'Oyez, oyez!' The Man Who Did Not Deliver is before you for his deliverance, my lords. He stands, as charged for This by banks, That cops, by lawyers, by publishingers for Them. I doubt he'll make old bones.

Be. I warned him, of a summer night: consist, consist. Ex-wives roar. Further, the Crown holds that they split himself, splitting his manward chances, to his shame, my lords, & our horror.

Behind, oh worst lean backward them who bring un-charges: hundreds & one, children, the pillars & the sot. Henry thought. It is so. I must sting. Listen! the grave ground-rhythm of a gone . . . makar? So what.

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