Word: haven
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...inspiration is unfortunately bathetic, and the sanguine ending is a bit too Panglossian. "Thank You" does provide a needed contrast to the previous songs, amatory alacrity and citrous jeu d'chair, but its flawed beauty recalls Checkhov's reply to a plea for biographical disclosures: "If you haven't facts, substitute lyricism...
...thinks in terms of a winning or losing season; he thinks in terms of being undefeated. The harriers completed their third such season a few weeks ago, and at least a few people noticed. They were less than awe-inspiring in the important national meets just held. so they haven't always performed at the high levels they are able to. but it was only on two days. With talent, work, and a real unity they did prove themselves to be among the top few teams in the country before the discouraging finales...
...Yalie Daily onto an engraved wooden block. It was fairly easy. Then Barry Simon, one of the demonic minds on the business board, sold a full page ad on the back of the one-page extra to Gnomon Copy, a xerox establishment on York Street in New Haven. That took care of the major part of the cost, and gave us a little more verisimilitude to work with Now for the writing...
...Beach and I climbed into the Yale Daily News office through an open window, found a telephone, and called anyone who might be interested in diseased Yalics. The AP. the UPI. the New Haven Register, WRKO. All the heavy weights. We were putting the massive hurt to New Haven. Both the AP and UPI were skeptical, and called back. We both posed as Yale staffers, confirmed the sad report, and told them that Brewster, the Yale president, had told us to have anyone call him at anytime to confirm the forfeit. This was our finest moment. AP fell...
...accident that I haven't directly commented on his poetry. The only thing I can say with confidence is that you should read his work, and then perhaps tell me how to classify it. A review could center on the grandiose and (to me) largely irrelevant question, Is it poetry? Even without fully understanding the question, I could sympathize with a negative answer. Brautigan's two-and three-and four-liners are hip-pithy kernels of experiential truth. This is his uncrazy lucidity. His simpleness is so skillful that he evoked an audible response with each poem: laugher, knowing chuckles...