Word: reads
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...written by a Brautigan disciple in faithful Brautiganese). And right in Karl Deutsch's spiritual presence, Brautigan read his "Up Against the Ivory Tower," which tells the hotshot academic
...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...
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...
...psychedelic Ted Mack Amatcur Hour. Farce reached its peak when a bearded guy in khaki stepped up and dead-panned in down-home Okie, "Ah'm new heah, an'ah ain't nevah seen so many people befoah. These nice folks done tol'me ah could read a pome, an'ah shorely do 'preciate it." A pause. I assured my friend that yes, he was for real. He continued. "Wow. I always did want to read my poetry on stage. Particularly at Harvard, since I go to B. U." Brautigan crupted in laughter and passed him the wine...
Eventually everyone on stage was too tired or drunk to read or play, and we emptied out of the hall. The cold was refreshing after the body heat and smoke of indoors. We strolled through the Yard, talking about Brautigan and hoping to be things that we aren...