love this song lately
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parshley translation~ which apparently has some issues so an old professor sent me essays to read alongside it
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sleepy poem note
sometime in the past month i woke up and wrote
‘stop pull over.
i felt naked like a dream,
like i forgot my shoes.
you looked at me golden-eyed
and i wanted to slit your throat
to see if a song came out.’?
don’t remember
who are you
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BAD LUCK
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Finally finished this and loved it. Also The Pill versus the Springhill Mine Disaster. I love Brautigan. In Watermelon Sugar seemed to me poetic and simple and imaginative. All the details, the watermelontrout oil and the hot cakes and the black, soundless sun and the foxfire beads, were all the right details. They always are with him. And at some point when the nameless main character is sitting next to Pauline and she’s warm and he imagines that the warmth coming from her is what made the color of her dress what it was? Beautiful.
It comes at life from different angles. Those who can happily make their lives in watermelon sugar, and those who can’t and live instead by the forgotten works, and those who are purely the way that they are and can’t be anything else but must be destroyed anyway- the singing tigers. The forgotten works are especially interesting because they seem to be made up of things from a different kind of society, things possibly not of watermelon sugar. The way things from the forgotten works are handled, sometimes with appreciation and curiosity, sometimes with apprehension and a lack of understanding, is especially important. What are the forgotten works? We never know. To me, the forgotten works are everything that gets left behind and is understood less and less as more times passes. Much of the past is a forgotten work, a complete mystery to us. A person can die and their room and life can be bricked up as a forgotten work. inBOIL and his gang live by the forgotten works and hold themselves as separate from those who live at iDEATH. What happens to them, which I don’t want to give away, is clearly connected to their life by the works and how they got lost there. They got lost enough to make a clear division between themselves and the community. Holding too hard to anything and trying to impose it on others can be a danger to others or yourself, as we see with inBOIL. We also see this in the kinds of conversations that take place everyday. But then there are also the beautiful forgotten works that are worth figuring out- such as the millions of books. It’s never explained how the forgotten works came to be. In my reading of it, I think that the community slowly moved everything from the past to the piles and remade their whole lives in pine and stones and watermelon sugar. Later generations only knew the works as piles of forgotten things.
The tigers were interesting to me too. They spoke the same language as the people and had beautiful singing voices. The tigers ate people, so were clearly a menace to the community, but that’s what tigers do. Tigers are tigers. The people needed to kill the tigers, that doesn’t mean they wanted all the tigers to be dead or that there was anything personally (?) wrong with the tigers.
And of course, iDEATH and the lives made in watermelon sugar. A way to be. To be gentle and kind and not blame yourself or others. To just live in the world, the sweet world made of pine and watermelon sugar.
I also finished The White Album by Joan Didion. I enjoyed it, but there was something missing in it for me. Didion is so smart and each essay is flawlessly constructed. But they also left something to be desired. Like if I had to grade them I would have given them an A, but I wouldn’t be completely satisfied. I can’t put my finger on it. Maybe I’ll write more about it later, I’m not doing it justice right now.
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"It’s so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don’t love them
anymore"Richard Brautigan, Love Poem (via fuckmelikeits1850xoxoxohailsatan)
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poemz taste good in my brainzzzzz
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