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4月12日 eBay TreasureI received a broadsheet of a Richard Brautigan poem today printed and handed out free in San Francisco in 1969. Frayed, yellowed, brittle on poor quality paper, I enjoy looking at it, holding it, knowing it's in a safe place in a drawer in a map case upstairs. Here's what's written on it:
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THE SAN FRANCISCO WEATHER REPORT
Gee, You're so Beautiful That It's Starting to Rain. Oh, Marcia, I Want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin and sounds like a sunshine harpsichord I want high school report cards to look like this: Playing with Gentle Things A Computer Magic A Writing Letters to Those You Love A Finding Out About Fish A Marcia's Long Blonde Beauty A+! _______________________________________
Sure, it's naive and childlike. He wrote somewhere that he dabbled in poetry in order to learn how to write sentences, a skill he needed to learn in order to write prose. He didn't go to college. He wasn't an intellectual giant. His best prose reads like poetry. He wasn't afraid to look like a fool. Nobody writes the way he did. |
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