Monday, August 31, 2009

Purple. Lovely. Inconceivable.

Tonight's mood: Odd. Restless. Anxious. Melancholy. Stubborn. Contemplative.

Today I checked out a few books of Richard Brautigan's. I'd briefly explored his poetry last year, gave up on him, and once again I have returned. It's not that I think his work is particularly good. In fact, I think most of it's pretty pathetic, cheap, and of no literary merit whatsoever. And yet, I like it. So there.
I Live in the Twentieth Century
Richard Brautigan

I live in the Twentieth Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt hopeless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there's nothing
I can do to make you happy while
you sleep.

Richard Brautigan

She tries to get things out of men
that she can't get because she's not
15% prettier.

April 7, 1969
Richard Brautigan

I feel so bad today
that I want to write a poem.
I don't care: any poem, this
And this last one, he wrote for me. Hey thanks Brautigan! Forgive my editing.
All Girls Should Have a Poem
For Valerie
Richard Brautigan

All girls should have a poem
written for them even if
we have to turn this ***** world
upside down to do it.

New Mexico
March 16, 1969


Marilyn said...

His name is familiar. DIdn't he write a book called "Trout Fishing in America"? I remember a girl reading that in high school. Don't ask me why I remember such a weird little detail.

Val said...

Haha yep that's him. That's next on my list of books to read. Funny what details stick in our minds.

Marilyn said...

Well,let me know if you like it.

Mike said...

this brightened my day, his poems are hilarious i feel like he has to be joking.

you are awesome, thanks!