The Collected Poems of Ted Berrigan (71 page)

(laughing) “He changed all the lyrics.”

Q: “To what?”

A:      (sings)

“This will be my shining hour

  drinking rum & bacardi

  like the face of Mischa Auer

  on the Beauty Shop marquee.”

(laughs)

“You have to watch it.

“You have no right to get anything out of my

evening!”

Q: “Give me the Book Review section, will

you?”

A: “Sure. You’ll
love
it.”

“I haven’t written anything for years. I’m going

to move away.

“Oh God, she’s gorgeous:

(for a little ugly person).”

“I can’t tell which is Waldo.”

“Pretty good line, huh?

‘I can’t tell which is Waldo.’

Q: “Did you write that down?”

A: “No.”

(laughs)

“You? Working?”

(laughs again)

(laughs)

“This is my wife. She follows me around.”

Q: “Where are they?”

A: “They’re in some giant building. Fred Astaire

is yelling, ‘Help, save me!!’

“I think this movie is some Homage to Balanchine

 . . .  . . . . It’s out of the question.

“Man, instead of cracking an egg on that woman’s

hand, they’re putting diamonds on it.