for Jim Cummins
In Iowa, Jim dreamed that Della Street was Anne Sexton’s
twin. Dave drew a comic strip called the “Adventures of Whitman,”
about a bearded beer-guzzler in Superman uniform. Donna dressed
like Wallace Stevens
in a seersucker summer suit. To town came Ted Berrigan,
saying, “My idea of a bad poet is Marvin Bell.”
But no one has won as many prizes as Philip Levine.
At the restaurant, people were talking about Philip Levine’s
latest: the Pulitzer. A toast was proposed by Anne Sexton.
No one saw the stranger, who said his name was Marvin Bell,
pour something into Donna’s drink. “In the Walt Whitman
Shopping Center, there you feel free,” said Ted Berrigan,
pulling on a Chesterfield. Everyone laughed, except T. S. Eliot.
I asked for directions. “You turn right on Gertrude Stein,
then bear left. Three streetlights down you hang a Phil Levine
and you’re there,” Jim said. When I arrived I saw Ted Berrigan
with cigarette ash in his beard. Graffiti about Anne Sexton
decorated the men’s room walls. Beth had bought a quart of Walt
Donna looked blank. “Walt who?” The name didn’t ring a Marvin Bell.
You laugh, yet there is nothing inherently funny about Marvin Bell.
You cry, yet there is nothing inherently scary about Robert Lowell.
You drink a bottle of Samuel Smith’s Nut Brown Ale, as thirsty as
You bring in your car for an oil change, thinking, this place has the aura
of Philip Levine.
Then you go home and write: “He kissed her Anne Sexton, and she
returned the favor, caressing his Ted Berrigan.”
Donna was candid. “When the spirit of Ted Berrigan
comes over me, I can’t resist,” she told Marvin Bell,
while he stood dejected at the xerox machine. Anne Sexton
came by to circulate the rumor that Robert Duncan
had flung his drink on a student who had called him Philip Levine.
The cop read him the riot act. “I don’t care,” he said, “if you’re Walt
Donna told Beth about her affair with Walt Whitman.
“He was indefatigable, but he wasn’t Ted Berrigan.”
The Dow Jones industrials finished higher, led by Philip Levine,
up a point and a half on strong earnings. Marvin Bell
ended the day unchanged. Analyst Richard Howard
recommended buying May Swenson and selling Anne Sexton.
In the old days, you liked either Walt Whitman or Anne Sexton,
not both. Ted Berrigan changed that just by going to a ballgame with
And one day Philip Levine looked in the mirror and saw Marvin Bell.