Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Oops!

The hardest life to bear
is the one you didn't live,
but should have.
  - mce
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6 comments:

  1. AnonymousApril 8, 2010 at 8:51 PM

    I was inhaling your poems like much needed air and then this one knocked all the wind out of me again ...

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  2. PS I Love YouApril 8, 2010 at 9:20 PM

    Well now, given that I don't know anyone in Louisville, who might you be?

    But thanks for reading anyway!

    MIke

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  3. AnonymousApril 8, 2010 at 10:42 PM

    I've been reading you for hours now and still haven't made it through all your blogs but you've exhausted me ... in a good way, and so I'm saving the rest for another night. I discovered Richard Brautigan when I was 17 and it changed my life - as poetry and good books will do. Your writing styles are very similar - writing what you live, putting it all out there. People, including myself, thought he was quite the little god but I have to say,(sorry Richard), he had nothing on you. - We know someone in common. They quoted something you wrote and it blew me away, so they gave me your link to check out. I was hoping you were published. Honestly, this is the first "blog" I've ever read. I'm not a fan of sitting in front of my computer for this long. I'm a relic, I guess. I'm not for killing trees but I love the "feel" of a book in my hands. But, your work interests me enough to muddle my way through. I can't wait to read more but my eyes are getting bleary. ~

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  4. PS I Love YouApril 9, 2010 at 8:00 AM

    My, what a wonderful comment to wake up to!

    I ran into Brautigan a couple of times in San Francisco in 1972. He was one of the first poets I ever read too. Below is a poem I wrote about that from my earlier blog called Instances.

    Feel free to email me if you like. I don't bite and I'm always looking for literate conversation. My address is bookgardener@gmail.com.


    A Beer For Richard Brautigan.

    I bought a beer,
    twice,
    for Richard Brautigan
    in 1972
    at Thomas Lord's bar
    on Union Street
    in San Francisco.
    Each time,
    he was already drunk:
    this is what life means.
    -mce

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  5. AnonymousApril 9, 2010 at 11:07 AM

    Also, if you enjoy getting lost - have you read Blue Highways: A Journey into America by William Least Heat-Moon? I would imagine you have, but just in case, thought I'd pass that along. It's not a riveting read, just a nice account of his travels along the back roads of this country. ~

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  6. PS I Love YouApril 9, 2010 at 11:18 AM

    It really is anonymous. It only detects the location of you ISP. I can't know more than that.

    In fact, one reason I offered my email address is that, at the moment, we are having a very public conversation: anyone who reads the blog can read these comments.

    I read Blue Highways back in the day and then again recently. His journey passes but 12 miles from where I am writing: from Gainesboro to Nameless Tennessee.

    I, too, find that some of the books from the old days don't quite work on rereading after a certain age. Most, in fact.

    Brautigan was a very sad man, but he was (and is) an underrated poet. His star will rise again.

    Thanks for the comments. I don't know who you know that I know, but I'm glad they (sort of) introduced us.

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