I don't care how God-damn smart
these guys are: I'm bored.
It's been raining like hell all day long
and there's nothing to do.
Written January 24, 1967
while poet-in-residence at
the California Institute of
Technology.
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Brautigan, oh dear Brautigan, why did you kill yourself? Was it the boredom? Why? What happened? Were there drugs, alcohol? Were you sad? Did someone break your heart? Were you lonely? What was it? Look, now we will have no more poetry from Brautigan. There is nothing else to create it. We are empty creatures, hungry for new Brautigan we can never have. This is our fate, this is what we left up to you. Was it really for you to do? How could you take this away from us? We had no say in this whatsoever.
Brautigan, if you read this from wherever you float, don't be offended.
I love your writing.
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I guess I must be missing something here. I haven't read anything by Richard Brautigan, at least not that I can recall so perhaps I should go peak at something since Scott up there so highly recommends him. Thanks for the insight!
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Very funny.
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Very cool! Just what they needed was a poet in residence. lol. 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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