Anselm Berrigan discloses:

In 1980 eddie me my mother and my father lived in boulder from, I think, february through july or august. My father had been asked to teach, but really to mediate the naropa poetry wars, as he was friends with all sides…

but I’m writing in the interest of information to tell you about two things: 1) the time I made him five sandwiches in a row, and when I refused to interrupt whatever playing I was doing to make a sixth, he got mad and yelled at me, tho he raised his gigantic (to me) naked body out of bed and made his own sandwich. and apologised a little later. 2) he used to send me to this store to get things, like the paper, pepsi, cigarettes, and certain kinds of danishes. one time I brought home donuts because i didn’t like raisins and they were in the only available kind of danish. and then he yelled at me, and I felt bad and cried. and then he apologised a little later. and ate a lot of donuts (he was not really a yeller tho’). Not drugs, I know. but then there was one time, in new york, where I asked my mother to help me with some kind of science homework when I was seven. she gave me this funny look and said go ask your father. I thought he was asleep, but she insisted I ask him. so i did, and he woke up and proceeded to ask me to bring him a screwdriver, which I did, and then he proceeded to take apart the telephone. this had nothing to do with my homework. I think my mother wanted me to interrupt whatever state he was in. he was not in such states too often in my interactions with him, which were very very frequent until he died. but the ones i remember are pretty damn funny, to me. no particular reason for me to tell you this, but I liked your note about him, and its better than thinking about war for a few minutes….