Ron Padgett, from a memoir of his friend and fellow poet Ted Berrigan:
New York, early sixties. We were leading a charmed life. One night five of us piled into a Checker cab and headed for the movies on Forty-second Street. Part way there, I noticed that the driver’s name was Kafka, something like Samuel Kafka. We literati started talking about Kafka’s work, and the driver called out, “You talkin’ about Kafka the author?”In a 1994 review, I called Ted “the essential Berrigan book.” I think that description still holds.
“Yes. How do you know about him?”
“He was my cousin.” He explained the genealogy a bit. “Francis, he was an odd one. I guess you’d say he was the black sheep of the family. But he’s the only one people have ever heard of, so I guess he did something right.”
Ted: A Personal Memoir of Ted Berrigan (Great Barrington, MA: The Figures, 1993).
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