I was staying at Glenn Mott's apartment in 2014, and got to snatching duplicate copies of things on his bookshelves, one of which, recommended by him, or someone he knew, was Serenade. I knew vaguely of Berkson's company but nothing of the work itself. So the book sat on my shelf for six years:
[One] gets lost a pointless story but suffused with recognizable colors that travel far time is important making as it does elbow room for happenings of note to occupy quasi-permanent niches in estimable space probably you knew all this because something tells us as is its wont and the occasional savage trance-like state of people in the process of singing being heard
Six years later, trying to write epigrams like Glenn, I picked up Frank O'Hara -- cuz, after all -- "You're gorgeous and I'm coming" is a great epigram. Part of getting lost here is that when Bill Berkson was 21 years old, about 1961, O'Hara fell in love with him. Was Berkson taking a poetry course from O'Hara's friend, Kenneth Koch? Doesn't matter. Here was the work, on my bookshelf, and a writing practice, Berkson's, kept going through a move to the West Coast in 1970 (about the time Frank O'Hara turned into "a thing"), starting a family, etc. Berkson writes through the mire. I like this book. As to epigrams: "What choice have I to lift as mallet to my stake?"