Elsewhere No. 2

Elsewhere No. 2 was a very odd piece of poetry/literature/comics… I liked the infusion of illustrations with the random(?) notes taken on a bus. The piece seems very fragmented both visually and in its wording. I can almost imagine myself riding a bus on Coney Island Avenue trying to take notes on what I see but being overtaken and overwhelmed with imagery and emotion. Surprisingly, I liked this. Continuing with Berrigan, however, on further reading, I still didn’t feel too much while reading his sonnets. There where a few that I really enjoyed however, like LXXIV. I loved the line, “But his rough woe slithers o’er the land.” It felt so real while I read it. That line almost perfectly sums up what I like about good poetry. I want it to feel real when I read it.