It is edited by Philip Coleman and Calista McRae, and published by the Belknap Press, at Harvard—a selfless undertaking, given that Berryman derides Harvard as “a haven for the boring and the foolish,” wherein “my students display a form of illiterate urbanity which will soon become very depressing.” (Not that other colleges elude his gibes. Much as Auden had before him, Berryman understood how the fears of the day permeated the psyche. They did not, however, write works of undiluted autobiography; through close readings of their Holocaust verse, I take the poetry, rather than the lives of Writing to William Shawn at The New Yorker, in 1951, and proposing “a Profile on William Shakespeare,” Berryman begins, “Dear Mr Shahn.” Of all the editors of all the magazines in all the world, he misspells him. And my (omnipotent) feeling that I can get away with anything. Find a Grave, database and images (https://www.findagrave.com: accessed ), memorial page for John Berryman (18 Jul 1825–27 Jun 1896), Find a Grave Memorial no. Berryman, a Harvard lecturer from 1940 to 1943, was 57. 11276222, citing St Agatha Churchyard, Woldingham, Tandridge District, Surrey, England ; Maintained by Find A Grave . Starts again always in Henry's ears the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime. And some of the jokes are a little silly, if we are going to be honest with each other in this space. Eliot's revulsion toward Jews—but current U.S. Sometimes, the ploy is odious. The best thing one can do for Berryman today is to forget him and to remember his poems. There is hardly a paragraph in which Berryman—poet, pedagogue, boozehound, and symphonic self-destroyer—may not be heard straining toward the condition of music. Or maybe just a man in Minneapolis who has lingered too often on Mississippi bridges. If you seek to understand this metamorphosis, “The Selected Letters of John Berryman” can help. See why nearly a quarter of a million subscribers begin their day with the Starting 5. The trouble is that we know how he died. Watch him fumble with the mechanisms of the everyday, “ghoulishly inefficient about details and tickets and visas and trains and money and hotels.” Chores are as heavy as millstones, to his hypersensitive neck: “Do this, do that, phone these, phone those, repair this, drown that, poison the other.” We start to sniff a blend—peculiar to Berryman, like a special tobacco—of the humbled and the immodest. Tracking the poet’s chaotic, self-destructive life, his correspondence strains toward the condition of music. He sounds like a patient striving mightily to become his own shrink: Did I myself feel any guilt perhaps—long-repressed if so & this is mere speculation (defense here) about Daddy’s death? ", You have 4 free articles remaining this month, Sign-up to our daily newsletter for more articles like this + access to 5 extra articles. Family Members Parents Anthony Berryman 1810–1875. Photo by Mark Kauffman/The LIFE Picture Collection via Getty Images. It doesn’t get you anything,” he said. / As pippins roast, the question of the wolves / turns & turns.” In a celebrated scene, the heroine gives birth. “Being a poet is a funny kind of jazz. The family was living in Clearwater, Florida, at the time, and young John was eleven years old. In that rarefied latter category belong Patricia Lockwood and Michael Robbins, both of whom are young and profane and unafraid. I believe one dies on the way down.” If Berryman is playing Cassandra to himself, crying out the details of his own quietus, how did the cry begin? All rights reserved. So unless something happens I have to kill myself day after tomorrow evening or earlier.” To be specific, “What I am going to do is drop off the George Washington bridge. “Oh my god! One of the things most people know about him is that he did not. T he great American poet John Berryman would have been 100 today, had he lived. “The Dream Songs” is a hubbub, and some of it is spoken in blackface—or, to be accurate, in what might be described as blackvoice. The first that I heard of Berryman was this: Life, friends, is boring. Berryman viewed the notion of his being a confessional poet “with rage and contempt,” and rightly so; the label is an insult to his craftsmanship. John Berryman, Sylvia Plath and W. D. Snodgrass are each commonly associated with the poetic movement known as ‘confessionalism’ which emerged in the USA in the late 1950s and early 1960s. Haffenden has already cited that letter, however, and doubts whether it was ever sent. Also in The Heart Is Strange is the strange and difficult Homage to Mistress Bradstreet, the 1956 poem that the eminent critic Edmund Wilson deemed "the most distinguished long poem by an American since The Waste Land." Even if you dispute the male ability (or the right) to articulate such an experience, it’s hard not to be swayed by the fervor of dramatic effort: I can can no longerand it passes the wretched trap whelming and I am me. But he struggled with alcoholism and madness throughout his life. Wright, the current Poet Laureate, says Berryman was the greatest of the midcentury poets, along with Theodore Roethke (who died at 55 in 1963, after a heart attack probably caused by drinking). Very few are bold enough to try a feat similar to Berryman's today, and even fewer have actually succeeded in writing poetry that transcends the artless solipsism of workshop verse. Here, it is necessary. Just as the first word of the Iliad means “Wrath,” so the first word of the opening Dream Song is “Huffy.” Seldom can you predict the cause of his looming ire. Marvellous,unforbidding Majesty.Swell, imperious bells. He has encouraging words for fellow poets and younger writers and is deeply engaged in literary culture. Berryman's cerebral irreverence is easy enough to enjoy without a doctorate in comparative literature, but you do have to be willing to devote more time than you would to a Snapchat message. Like a bat, his poetry yearned for darkness. His jaw is clean-shaven and firm. Proceed with caution; we can be a cranky bunch. I wish I were dead.”. ", Literary reputations are always rising and falling. Skip ahead to the older Berryman, and you observe a very different beast, with a beard like the mane of a disenchanted lion. —Did your gal leave you? As he once said, “When it came to a choice between buying a book and a sandwich, as it often did, I always chose the book.”, “Life, friends” is the fourteenth of “The Dream Songs,” the many-splendored enterprise that consumed Berryman’s energies in the latter half of his career, and on which his reputation largely rests. John Stanley BERRYMAN of Redruth On Monday 25th May 2020, peacefully at Royal Cornwall Hospital, Treliske, aged 83 years. He was a major figure in American poetry in the second half of the 20th century and was considered a key figure in the Confessional school of poetry. "He's got a lot of bad work," Orr explains. —What do you think, pal? “You may prepare my coffin.” “If this reaches you, you will know I got as far as a letter-box at any rate.” “I write in haste, being back in Hell.” Such are the dirges to which Berryman treats his friends, in the winter of 1939-40, and the odd jauntiness in which he couches his misery somehow makes it worse. It is tempting to turn biography into cartography—unrolling the record of somebody’s life, smoothing it flat, and indicating the major fork in the road. His labors on the Songs began in 1955 and led to “77 Dream Songs,” which was published in 1964 and won him a Pulitzer Prize. Late this October, publisher Farrar, Straus and Giroux will mark the centenary of Berryman's birth (October 25, 1914) by releasing a new edition of his selected poems, The Heart Is Strange, which includes a few works that haven't been published before, juvenilia from The Dispossessed (1948)—laden with debts to Auden, Yeats and Hopkins—and late stuff from Love & Fame (1970) and Delusions, Etc. They gesticulate and splay, as if he were conducting an orchestra that he alone can hear. John, much loved husband of Bridget, proud and loving dad of Rachael and Rebecca, father-in-law and friend to Rob and Ben, adored grampus of Charlie, Thaddeus, India, Noah and Milo, a devoted brother to Paul and Rozanne and uncle … Berryman was educated at Columbia and Cambridge Universities and himself became an influential teacher at Harvard, Princeton, and Minnesota. John Berryman - Biography and Works John Berryman is an American poet noted for asserting the importance of the personal element in poetry. “I only have $2.15 to live through the week,” the poet says, before laying out his plans. According to the editors of The Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, he lived turbulently. We must not say so.After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,we ourselves flash and yearn,and moreover my mother told me as a boy(repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re boredmeans you have no. Get book recommendations, fiction, poetry, and dispatches from the world of literature in your in-box. no more now,” or, “Maybe I better go get a bottle of whisky; maybe I better not.” There are letters to Ezra Pound, one of which, sent with “atlantean respect & affection,” announces, “What we want is a new form of the daring,” a very Poundian demand. This is most evident in the first collection of Dream Songs, which please the ear even as they confound the cerebral cortex. As he writes in one of the final Dream Songs, “I spit upon this dreadful banker’s grave / who shot his heart out in a Florida dawn / O ho alas alas.” Haffenden quotes these lines, raw with recrimination, in his biography; dryly informs us that the poet, in fact, never visited his father’s grave; and supplies us with relevant notes that Berryman made in 1970—two years before he, in turn, found a bridge and did what he thought was needed. John Berryman (1914–1972) was an important American poet in the second part of the 1900s. Smith’s death would become the primal wound for his older son. His mother quickly remarried to their landlord, with whom she'd apparently been having an affair, and moved the family north to New York. Included are more than 600 letters to almost 200 people—editors, family members, students, colleagues, and friends. "I hear everything. But fame could not save him when it finally arrived, first with Mistress Bradstreet and then, in spades, with the Dream Songs. In short, you need space on your shelves, plus a clear head, if you want to join the Berrymaniacs. In an existence that was littered with loss, the one thing that never failed him, apart from his unwaning and wax-free ear for English verse, was his sense of humor. According to his biographer Paul Mariani, Berryman experienced "a sudden and radical shift from a belief in a transcendent God ... to a belief in a God who cared for the individual fates of human beings and who even interceded for them." “Books I’ve got, copulation I need,” he writes from Cambridge, at the age of twenty-two, thus initiating a lifelong and dangerous refrain. John Berryman. No such Profile appeared; nor, to one’s infinite regret, did the edition of “King Lear” on which Berryman toiled for years. These poems remind us less of unrestrained Parker than of the plangent, controlled Miles Davis of Kind of Blue (the more common comparison is of Berryman to Dylan, but jazz is more apt). Le’s do a hoedown, gal. He was seen as one of the chief poets of confessional poetry.. Life. Berryman would have laughed at that. In an essay called "Mine Own Berryman," published in the autobiographical essay collection The Bread of Time, Levine calls Berryman an "addicted reader of The New York Times," one who was particularly dismayed by the Communist witch hunts of that era. Berryman "sounds completely like himself and nobody else," says Helen Vendler, the Harvard professor widely regarded as our foremost scholar of 20th century verse. Our love to Carolyn, Elizabeth and Richard.From Bernard & Suzanne Katz ("Dream Song #2") Some may want to pretend that the minstrelsy isn't there—as many have done with Henry Miller's contempt for women and T.S. Janis Joplin was wrong: Freedom's not the thing you're left with when you have nothing left to lose. Berryman's poetry touched upon that gruesome deed, while musing upon his own demise with such regularity that, after a while, it came to seem like an obsession he'd stopped trying to shake. He had wanted it badly, quickly. Pastiche can be useful when you have a grudge to convey: “My dear Sir: You are plainly either a fool or a scoundrel. As for the poet, he was baptized with his father’s name, was known as Billy in infancy, and then, in deference to his brand-new stepfather, became John Berryman. Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have noinner resources, because I am heavy bored.Peoples bore me,literature bores me, especially great literature,Henry bores me, with his plights & gripesas bad as achilles. He taught at Wayne State University in Detroit and went on to occupy posts at Harvard and Princeton. But also visible are the struggles of a working artist grappling with alcoholism and depression. If one virtue emerged from the wreckage of his early years, it was a capacity to console; later, in the midst of his drinking and his lechery, he remained a reliable guide to grief, and to the blast area that surrounds it. He burned brilliantly, but all fires end in ashes. Who on earth is Henry? This is like Hamlet having to call himself Claudius, Jr., on top of everything else. "The larger public thinks of Walt Whitman as a shopping mall on Long Island," says Philip Levine, the former U.S. Date October 30, 2014 “Nobody is ever missing,” concludes “Dream Song 29,” one of the many anxious, unruly, and death-addled verses by John Berryman. It is a poetry of anxiety and attention deficit, as earnest as an episode of Glee, as revealingly scattered as the tabs left open on your browser. “I regard every word in the poem as either a murderer or a lover.” As for Anne, who perished in 1672, “I certainly at some point fell in love with her.” Berryman adds, as if to prove his devotion, “I used three shirts at a time, in relays. Bernard Williams & Son Funeral Directors. John Berryman was elected a Fellow of the Academy of American Poets in 1966 and served as a … Gossip hunters will slouch off in frustration, and good luck to them; on the other hand, anyone who delights in listening to Berryman, and who can’t help wondering how the singer becomes the songs, will find much to treasure here, in these garrulous and pedantic pages. He received an undergraduate degree from Columbia College in 1936 and attended Cambridge University on a fellowship. Three months later, his widow married Berryman. Its glow was never steady in the first place, but it has dimmed appreciably, because of lines like these: Arrive a time when all coons lose dere grip,but is he come? © 2021 Condé Nast. In "Dream Song #162," called Vietnam, he writes of a "war which was no war," confiding, frustrated, "Better would be a definite war with the dragon." We hafta die.” To say that Berryman was airing the prejudices of his era is hardly to exonerate him; in any case, he seems to be evoking, in purposeful anachronism, an all but vanished age of vaudeville. He tells a friend, “We had a baby, Sarah Rebecca, in June—a beauty.”. Notice how the tough and Hemingway-tinged curtness of “did what was needed” gives way, all too soon, to the halting stammer of “I—I’m trying.” The wound was suppurating and unhealable, and there is little doubt that it deepened the festering of Berryman’s life. John Berryman was an energetic correspondent. "I overestimated myself, as it turned out," he told The Paris Review in 1970, "and felt bitter, bitterly neglected." Shakespeare. Nobody should have been surprised when, on January 7, 1972, the poet John Berryman killed himself by jumping off the Washington Avenue Bridge, which spans the Mississippi River where it winds between Minneapolis and St. Paul. The poet John Berryman was born in 1914, in McAlester, Oklahoma. Lay them aside, and you still have the other volumes of Berryman’s poems, including “The Dispossessed” (1948), “Homage to Mistress Bradstreet” (1956), and “Love & Fame” (1970). I was first introduced to Berryman my freshman year of college, during a fight with a boy I was seeing. 1914–1972. In May, 1955, commiserating with Saul Bellow, whose father has just passed away, Berryman writes, “Unfortunately I am in a v g position to feel with you: my father died for me all over again last week.” He unfolds his larger theme: “His father’s death is one of the few main things that happens to a man, I think, and it matters greatly to the life when it happens.” Bellow’s affliction, Berryman reassures him, lofts him into illustrious company: “Shakespeare was probably in the middle of Hamlet and I think his effort increased.” Freud and Luther are then added to the roster of the fruitfully bereaved. Only eight letters here are addressed to Martha, six of them mailed from school, and, if you’re approaching Berryman as a novice, your take on him will be unavoidably skewed. In 1938, he returned to New York and embarked upon a spate of teaching posts in colleges across the land, beginning at Wayne State University and progressing to stints at Harvard, Princeton, Cincinnati, Berkeley, Brown, and other arenas in which he could feel unsettled. Nevertheles… Their forefather is Berryman, who in Mistress Bradstreet writes from the voice of a 17th century poetess; who in the Dream Songs lapses (too often, for my taste) into minstrelsy; who knows that if you're not writing about longing and dying, you might as well be composing infomercial jingles. “My insurance, the only sure way of paying my debts, expires on Thursday. Will be used in accordance with our Privacy Policy. To wit, the famous third stanza to "Dream Song #14" ("Life, friends, is boring"; you won't regret spending six minutes on a YouTube video of an obviously drunk Berryman getting to, and through, the poem): And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag, has taken itself & its tail considerably away. He was born in McAlester, Oklahoma October 25, 1914. Some of Berryman’s critical writings are clustered, invaluably, in “The Freedom of the Poet” (1976). Most of them had been written long before, in 1947, in heat and haste, during an affair with a woman named Chris Haynes. (I certainly pickt up enough of Mother’s self-blame to accuse her once, drunk & raging, of having actually murdered him & staged a suicide.). "He's an erratic poet." Self-slaughter is known to lurk in the genes; those with parents who killed themselves are more likely to attempt the same act. Precisely one. At some point, he interrupted our argument to recite a bit of poetry: it was Berryman’s “He Resigns,” from Delusions Etc., published the year he committed suicide. The letter leaps, like one of those 3 A.M. frettings which every insomniac will recognize, directly from money to death. “It’s just something you do.”. “Vigour & fatigue, confidence & despair, the elegant & the blunt, the bright & the dry.” Such is the medley, he says, that he finds in the poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins, and you can feel Berryman swooping with similar freedom from one tone to the next. Kevin Young, who is Black, prefaces his choice of Berryman’s poetry by arguing, “Much of the force of The Dream Songs comes from its use of race and blackface to express a (white) self unraveling.” Some readers will share Young’s generously inquiring attitude; others will veer away from Berryman and never go back. Family and friends can light a candle as a loving gesture for their loved one. April 27, 2017 Death Row, My Crime Library 3 Comments. So maybe my long self-pity has been based on an error, and there has been no (hero-) villain (Father) ruling my life, but only an unspeakably powerful possessive adoring MOTHER, whose life at 75 is still centered wholly on me. “This thermonuclear business wd tip me up all over again if I were in shape to attend to it,” Berryman writes, before moving on to a harrowing digest of his diarrhea. To revisit this article, select My⁠ ⁠Account, then View saved stories. ♦. Is you feel well?" "Death is a box," he wrote in one of the nearly 400 Dream Songs that, together, make up one of the most audacious (and intimidating) achievements in 20th century American poetry. “I have to make my pleasure out of sound,” he says. In the end, he leapt to his death from a bridge in Minneapolis. For anyone willing to stick around, there’s a new book on the block. 130 they took now to be a circus, now to be a sea-chantey, & I fled in the middle to escape their Cavatina.” The following year, an epic letter to his landlord, on Grove Street, in Boston, is almost entirely concerned with a refrigerator, which has “developed a high-pitched scream.” Berryman was not an easy man to live with, or to love, and the likelihood that even household appliances found his company intolerable cannot be dismissed. drencht & powerful, I did it with my body!One proud tug greens Heaven. It is not realistic to expect the same for Berryman in this Age of Bieber, yet perhaps the republication of his work will ignite interest among young people who long for more from the world than what flits across their screens. Berryman’s mother, born Martha Little, married John Allyn Smith. A concert performance by the Stradivarius Quartet, in the fall of 1941, drives him away: “Beethoven’s op. BERRIMANJohnSo sad to lose John, a Honeywell colleague in 1977 who, with his family, became precious friends. He found God. Let Randall rest, whom your self-torturingcannot restore one instant’s good to, rest:he’s left us now.The panic died and in the panic’s dyingso did my old friend. In these he invented a style and form able to accommodate a vast range of material while … By John Berryman About this Poet A scholar and professor as well as a poet, John Berryman is best-known for The Dream Songs (1969), an intensely personal sequence of 385 poems which brought him the Pulitzer Prize and National Book Award. In Popular Culture The ghost of John Berryman is a character in Thomas Disch's novel The Businessman: A Tale of Terror, published in 1984. John later took the name Berryman, after his stepfather. This was the poem with which he broke through—discovering not just a receptive audience but a voice that, in its heightened lyrical pressure, sounded like his and nobody else’s. The poet himself has been missing since Jan. 7, 1972, when he jumped to his death from the Washington Avenue Bridge in Minneapolis. Berryman "seems pretty suited to the world right now" thinks David Orr, poetry columnist for The New York Times Sunday Book Review. Here he is, for example, in "Dream Song #51": —Are you radioactive, pal? The material on this site may not be reproduced, distributed, transmitted, cached or otherwise used, except with the prior written permission of Condé Nast. 100 years of John Berryman The centenary of the American poet, admirer of WB Yeats and one-time Dublin resident, is marked by the publication of two books and a conference in the city As Berryman explained, “Henry both is and is not me, obviously. Young John was soon officially adopted by Berryman, and he took his new step-father's name. Ad Choices. I don’t understand why God permitted me to be born.” He signs himself “John Berryman,” the sender mirroring the recipient, and adds, “P.S. —Pal, radioactive. Poet Laureate Charles Wright says it remains a problematic aspect of Berryman's work and "undercuts his legacy a little bit.". Better than Bishop or Lowell, whose fame he coveted most of all. He went to rehab. “The Selected Letters of John Berryman” weighs in at more than seven hundred pages. He wrote in Dream Song #120: "I totter to the lip of the cliff.". There are alarming valedictions: “Nurse w. another shot. You have to reach back to Donne to find so commanding an exercise in the clever-sensual. Thoughts of oblivion, unlike oblivion itself, you actually have to endure. When he reports, two years later, that “I was attacked by an excited loneliness which is still with me and which has so far produced fifteen poems,” is that a grouse or a boast? More stifling, for him, is the psychic trap into which he fell after his father's death. Vendler thinks young readers might especially be enticed by the manic energy of the Dream Songs—perhaps the way they are by the same quality in, say, On the Road. Yes, Berryman means the pine confines that await all mortal flesh, but even a grade-schooler knows of that dread finale. John Berryman was born John Smith in MacAlester, Oklahoma, in 1914. The publisher is also releasing the memoir Poets in Their Youth, by Eileen Simpson, who had once been married to Berryman. Daniel Swift, in his introduction to The Heart Is Strange, writes that in his post-Dream Songs work, Berryman "embraced the end. The son says to the mother, “I hope you’re well, darling, and less worried.” The mother tells the son, “I have loved you too much for wisdom, or it is perhaps nearer truth to say that with love or in anger, I am not wise.” We are offered a facsimile of a letter from 1953, in which Berryman begins, “Mother, I have always failed; but I am not failing now.”, One obvious shortfall in the “Selected Letters” is that “We Dream of Honour” took the cream of the crop. The cup runneth over. During one of the many times he was hospitalized for alcohol abuse, in 1970, he experienced what he termed "a sort of religious conversion". ", Fame came late to Berryman. She describes the sound of his poetry as "hesitation and jump." Is this how we like poetry to be brought forth, even now? And don’t forget the authoritative 1982 biography by John Haffenden, who also put together a posthumous collection, “Henry’s Fate and Other Poems,” in 1977, as well as “Berryman’s Shakespeare” (1999), a Falstaffian banquet of his scholarly work on the Bard. His drinking and womanizing, his unsoothable anguish, seem less the stuff of heroism than of mutinous neurotransmitters. “I’m a coward, a cheat, a bully, and a thief if I had the guts to steal,” the boy writes. 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Hannah Edgett Berryman 1802–1881. Tragically, on January 7, 1972, he died by jumping off a bridge in Minneapolis. Beginning with a letter to his parents in 1925 and concluding with a letter sent a few weeks before his death in 1972, John Berryman tells his story in his own words. Most of us rebut this thesis, as we amble maplessly along. —Has you the night sweats & the day sweats, pal? In Berryman’s case, however, there was a fork, so terrible and so palpable that no account of him, and no encounter with his poems, can afford to ignore it. I’m a disgrace to your name.”. It can, indeed, be as furious as Charlie Parker bebop, full of what Berryman himself called "sad wild riffs." who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a dragand somehow a doghas taken itself & its tail considerably awayinto mountains or sea or sky, leavingbehind: me, wag. In 1939, B… I—I’mtrying to forgivewhose frantic passage, when he could not livean instant longer, in the summer dawnleft Henry to live on. Reading Berryman is a reminder that poetry is sound, that it should be enjoyed as music, not words alone. To read such words is to marvel that Berryman survived as long as he did. The British critic Al Alvarez once noted that Berryman had "a gift for grief." It was a gift that could morph into mordant humor, melancholy insight, unexpected piety or (at its least compelling) stifling self-pity. What occurred next remains murky, but it seemed, for a while, as if they would not be returning to shore. Like that other moody and bearded Midwesterner, Ernest Hemingway, Berryman had a father who took his own life. To continue reading login or create an account. I have no idea what that means, but say the words and they simply feel right, the way a toddler's nonsensical babbling sometimes does. Anthony Berryman unknown–1893 Nancy Jane Berryman Wilband 1833–1911 Berryman has not been forgotten, but his gnomic revelations have less force than they used to. "I think kids would love to read Berryman. All three men left traces in Berryman’s early work. Sign up for the Books & Fiction newsletter. Inexcusably, it’s now out of print, but worth tracking down; and you could swear, as you leaf through it, that you’d stumbled upon a love affair. In the course of the Songs, which he regarded as one long poem, he is represented, or unreliably impersonated, by a figure named Henry, who undergoes “the whole humiliating Human round” on his behalf. Things get worse: “I have none of the fine qualities or emotions, and all the baser ones. One item in the new book that I have never read before, and would prefer not to read again, is a letter from the fourteen-year-old Berryman to his stepfather, whom he calls Uncle Jack, and before whom he cringes as if whipped. 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