It’s New Year’s Eve

A poem by Ted Berrigan

The Paris Review Redux: free interviews, stories, poems, and art from the archives of The Paris Review. View this email in your browser George Plimpton's fireworks display celebrating the Review's fortieth anniversary. Image courtesty of Sara Barrett (1993). With 2024 finally upon us, we've unlocked a poem by Ted Berrigan to usher in the new year. POETRY Anti-war Poem Ted Berrigan It's New Year's Eve, of 1968, & a time for Resolution. I don't like Engelbert Humpeldink. I love The Incredible String Band. The War goes on                             & war is Shit. I'll sing you a December song. It's 5 below zero in Iowa City tonight.     From issue no. 46 (Spring 1969) Copyright © 2023 The Paris Review. All rights reserved. You are receiving this email because you opted in via our website. Our mailing address is: The Paris Review 544 West 27th Street 3rd Floor New York, New York 10001 Add us to your address book Want to change how you receive these emails? You can update your preferences or unsubscribe, if you must.