Word: good
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...seem to have lost my copy of 1984. I hear that there is a man in Washington doing good imitations of Big Brother. Maybe...
...good whiff hinted another way in which the reading was going to depart from Robert Lowell's format. There were about three parts of grass vapor to one part of oxygen in the room, and after a few deep breaths we had caught up to everyone else...
...flash suggested that perhaps my preconceptions were a tad inaccurate. I saw twice as many people as I have ever seen in a lecture hall. The crowd made last year's standing-room-only SDS meetings look like steering committee caucuses. I led interference for my friend, and with good cheer we barreled our way through the aisles to look for seats...
...read them in quick succession with an urgent, almost feminine sing-song. He stepped back from the mike for just a second after each one, flashing a sly twinkle or a sheepish shrug as the poem demanded. The crowd loved the shrugs: each one said, What the hell, sounds good, don't it? The boyishness of his manner-you got the idea that the whole role of the Coming Poet strikes him as outrageously funny-endeared him to the audience. They liked him because he is profound, but they loved him be he thinks...
After forty minutes, Brautigan said goodbye and sat down. Nobody moved. The crowd stared at Brautigan. Brautigan stared at the crowd. Both laughed. After it was clear that no one was going anywhere, Brautigan sat down to get good and smashed while some of his friends read poems (his and theirs). Brautigan came back to the mike every now and then to lead the festivities. The same poem was read by about twenty people for an experiment in sound, and five or six distinct poems, not twenty, was the result...