He had no idea how to grow old. I was in a class he taught at MSU c. '82. He showed us an empty spiral notebook with 'Spirit of St. Louis' written on the cover; it was the syllabus. It may be impossible to teach poetry, but he gave it a shot.
Im haunted a little this evening by feelings that have no vocabulary & events that should be explained in dimensions of lint rather than words.
Ive been examining half-scraps of my childhood. They are pieces of distant life that have no form or meaning. They are things that just happened like lint
I don't mind admitting that as a teenager who spent as much time as I could in the woods or on the water I was a little bummed that the didn't have anything to say to me about trout fishing. He was dressed for the part, but, no, no sly observations to improve my chances.
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― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America
PS. In the late 70s I waited on Brautigan and friends in the Rocky Mountain Pasta Co in Bozeman, MT
Violets a Blue
Some poems rhyme
This one doesn't."
One of my faves from childhood.
There's a lot to be said for the word paintings of poetry.
Ive been examining half-scraps of my childhood. They are pieces of distant life that have no form or meaning. They are things that just happened like lint
A piece of lettuce
fell off a wooden salad bowl.
So what.
❤️
Butter is better when it’s spread
On bread.
C.L. Young , 1983
Me, annoyed: Richard Brautigan (despite never having heard of him until that moment).
Afterwards: Read and enjoyed all of Brautigan’s works.
He doesn’t give a damn!
I wish I were a moron -
My God, perhaps I am!
I read that in my freshman year in college! 🤗