Here is video on Youtube of Berryman being interviewed by Al Alvarez in a bar in Dublin in 1967, then reading Dream Song 14: “Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.”
A later Song, number 366:
Chilled in this Irish pub I wish my loves
well, well to strangers, well to all his friends,
seven or so in number.
I forgive my enemies, especially two,
races his heart, at so much magnanimity,
can it at all be true?
-Mr Bones, you on a trip outside yourself.
Has you seen a medicine man? You sound will-like,
a testament & such.
Is you going? -Oh, I suffer from a strike
& a strike & three balls: I stand up for much,
Wordsworth & that sort of thing.
The pitcher dreamed. He threw a hazy curve,
I took it in my stride & out I struck,
These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand,
They are only meant to terrify & comfort.
Lilac was found in his hand.