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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
A quirky and enjoyable collection of poems,
This review is from: Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster (Paperback)
"The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster," by Richard Brautigan, is a collection of poems. Brautigan's style is often surreal, often tender, with touches of witty humor. The poems are written in a clear, straightforward free verse. Here is an example of his style (from "The Chinese Checker Players"): "When I was six years old / I played Chinese checkers / with a woman / who was ninety-three years old."Recurrent themes in the book include love, sex, loss, and loneliness. Incorporated throughout are an intriguing mix of pop and "high" culture references: Jefferson Airplane, Ophelia, the New York Yankees, John Donne, etc. The book often has an earthy flavor; Brautigan writes about such topics as his own penis or the smell of a fart. Some particularly memorable poems include the following: "All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace," a science fiction vision of a "cybernetic meadow"; the open-ended "Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4"; "Discovery," a joyful poem about sexual intimacy; the surreal "The Pumpkin Tide"; the funny, haiku-like "November 3"; and "A Good-Talking Candle," which invites the reader into an altered state of perception. Although most of the poems are very short, there is one longer poem: the 9-part, 9-page "the Galilee Hitch-hiker," which chronicles the surreal adventures of Baudelaire (among other experiences, he opens an unconventional hamburger stand in San Francisco). If you only know Brautigan from his weird and wonderful novels, I recommend you read this remarkable collection of poems.
7 of 10 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
I think of all the people lost inside you,
By A Customer
This review is from: Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster (Paperback)
No, this is not The Waste Land, but I've noticed that people who don't even like poems can't help but like this collection, even if they only like the ones with penises in them. Really, Brautigan's poetry is some of the only poetry that doesn't lie to itself, acknowledging both the author's and the medium's weak points, yet still conveying honest insight through endearing prose, with images that fall apart the second you touch them, leaving you with a feeling of naustalgia; this, I think, is the appeal of Brautigan, and while he might not be a master on the terms of Ezra Pound, he is great on his own terms, and for those that don't know (or care) who the hell Ezra Pound is.
5.0 out of 5 stars
Memories of People's Poet,
By Grady Harp (Los Angeles, CA United States) - See all my reviews (HALL OF FAME REVIEWER) (VINE VOICE) (TOP 50 REVIEWER) (REAL NAME)
This review is from: The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster (Paperback)
At a time when the complexities of existence shape even our entertainment, our art, and our literature, it is refreshing to return to the world of Richard Brautigan, (1935 - 1984) a welfare child who reflected on his humble beginnings throughout the 1960s as the people's poet. His novels and his poems deal in beautiful simplicities, spare statements that express the ordinary daily events of life, capturing these moments with words so clear that they leave no opportunity for disagreement. His droll humor is at once amusing, tender, and touching.This collection of 98 of his poems ranges from very brief `micropoems' to longer extended works. His short poems are simply blinks of a creative eye scanning the world: In a Café I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover. Man With his hat on he's about five inches taller than a taxicab. But for many of us who fell in love with his language and observations of the obvious the following poem is one of his very finest; My Nose Is Growing Old Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it's true. I'm 31 and my nose is growing old. It starts about 1/2 an inch below the bridge and strolls geriatrically down for another inch or so: stopping. Fortunately, the rest of the nose is comparatively young. I wonder if girls will want me with an old nose. I can hear them now the heartless bitches! "He's cute but his nose is old." This is little book is a treasure trove of memories of a simpler time, the work of a man who was the people's voice and whose life ended in the solitude of suicide. Highly recommended. Grady Harp, February 10
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