I must admit that my first read of Loading Mercury With A Pitchfork was ambivalent. His poetry and prose are simple, humble and humorous with underlying hints of deep wisdom. I love Brautigan, though I am not sure I can explain why, exactly. Let me start by saying that I am on a Richard Brautigan "kick" and intend to read everything that he wrote that I actually own and/or can find at a library by the end of the year. He never fails to find an unusual angle on things. I’ll end this review with another poem where Brautigan’s humor shines through: Which I think is another one that is spot on, even though I’m probably not good at taking this advice. Nobody knows what the experience is worthīut it's better than sitting on your hands, Nobody Knows What the Experience Is Worth After these last few years I think I’m getting close to my last surprise, and I don’t know if that is good or not. May be closer than most to the way I feel right now. Maybe I’m easily amused, but I did actually laugh out loud at this one. At other times he is just funny, like in this one: This is just a simple observation of life that works because it is spot on. Some of it is so obvious that it seems simple, like this one for example: I always get something from Richard Brautigan’s poetry, and this book is no different. She would have thought you very abstract. To bed with bald-headed men and liking it, Have to be there, like a movie, because it There are days when that is the last place
THE NECESSITY OF APPEARING IN YOUR OWN FACE Here are a few of my favorites:Īt 85 miles per hour an insect splatteredĪnd a white cloud in a blue sky above the
I swear you could read this entire collection in fifteen minutes doing some sort of standing exercise by a lamp in a dark room past midnight, say meh to the majority of it and love the hell out of at least five of the bite-size poems inside.
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