I’m completely enamored with Richard Brautigan’s poetry. It’s not like I’m turning over any new stones by blogging about Brautigan, but dear god the man deserves some credit.
No one can say more with less than him. He’ll space one thought over a series of many lines and make the reader really absorb what he’s saying. Instead of shoving idea after idea down your throat, there’s one idea, and it’s right in front of you.
That’s not to say that his poetry goes without real discussion; it’s just to say that he gets incredible things across in ways I never thought possible. Take, for example, his poem “Man”:
With his hat on/he’s about five inches taller/than a taxicab.
This shows off his sense of humor, certainly. Calling a poem “Man” and then making a statement like that is why I like him so much. Man is just taller than a taxicab.
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