Simple Theories

  Newly and carelessly adumbrated posthumously with no reflection, charted for mainstay on the roiling sensations and immediate inclusions, sounding baffling and complete without carpeting or undue projection, located in a version of New York City that sizzles in time or out, filed with crazy application to others, called readers and  famoso , now splintering into next radiance or offset struggle with definition, now available with and without balance. Proceed as usual and roundly.

  nominally Ted Berrigan patched together from words or if words don’t serve the re mains of half a thought. Oligarchs float past and future in the rising wind of Oligarchs who press words to dogmatic shape. I like to think that Berrigan drew a line and drawn to it. basic fewness of of oligarchs serves shaded. their words stand in for an object outside not in. after everything else nothing begins now.