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by Jack Hirschman
Richard Brautigan's book, published and given away free by the Digger-inspired Communications Company of San Francisco, is made up of shyly simple moments out of a California Einstein continuum that has already EMC-squared itself into the bliss of being just what it is. The nice thing about these poems is that you can sit down at breakfast with them, flip open the top of your Adohr milk container, and enjoy them the way you might the ball scores or the latest lousy news from the front. Content in your simple conservative beinghood, because you've already been so damned malcontent with the war, it has passed overhead or under the table like so much ramadam. Brautigan writes simply, awkwardly like the words stumbling out of the corner of his mouth or with his chin on the tabletop. The craft harks back to Patchen, which is to say: Hello, I'm expressing myself, and that's IT. Californians will recognize the book as part of its particular genius, just because. "I think I'll get up / and dance around the room. / Here I go!" I hope you like it too.
Poetry? 12(4)
July 1968
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