Something for Everybody

“Tilebreaker” by Polvo was my favorite song in 1992 and then again in 2010. I was once told the poem sounded at a reading like an argument, whereas I was aware of it mainly as a incision between memory-of-song and attempt-to-retain-thought in moving crowded spaces while summoning antidotes to endless war (when we shop we’re at the front). One Emerson sentence listening to De La Soul. All these boths could be wrong. It's probably the earliest and therefore oldest poem in Something for Everybody, a book built out of what got made upon request over a period of years’ ears. Imitation as solace, love, defiance, and tattered opening (write yr own blurb), plus ant wars. The list of possible (“imagined”) methods of extraterrestrial sex has to become the work. What glimpse of seven turns content when the image has to take its place in back? I have internalized 437 collage techniques at minimum in order to smush fluidity’s cheek up against the inside surface of the picture plane in motion. The requests were sometimes made by humans. Shout out to Elective Affinities, & Skasers. — Anselm Berrigan