Thinking hard about you
I got on the bus
and paid 30 cents car fare
and asked the driver for two transfers
before discovering
that I was
alone.
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Oddly enough, I feel like a good portion of Brautigan's work was framed by his obsession with his herpes. It gives his poems this odd sense of longing and loneliness.
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I love this! The habit of love!
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Scott Adelmann is entirely correct.
I wish I had someone who could make me think I was never alone. That would rock out loud.
Brautigan was a god in his own rights. I can't believe he committed suicide. It's a tragedy; think of what he could have been. He could still be alive.
I shall have to read more Brautigan to satisfy my soul now. This is simply and beautifully done; I have never read poetry quite like it. It makes me feel real. -
I just love the symbolised aloneness in this. He is a master at this understated beauty. I love Richard Brautigan. He is my number one influence. A genius in every sense of the word. More people should read his work. I guess I should be happy that he is so unknown, since it enables me to write my things without fear of someone suddenly thinking I am plagiarising (which I am not.) I am so glad to find his work here and I will visit it often for inspiration and for the sheer pleasure of it. Anybody else out there who loves Brautigan is invited to give me a shout. I will be very happy to hear from you and to read some of your work.
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