Ah, very nice. And so let us record here one of his poems:To EnglandThere are no postage stamps that send lettersback to England three centuries ago,no postage stamps that make letterstravel back until the grave hasn’t been dug yet,and John Donne stands looking out the window,it is just beginning to rain this April morning,and the birds are falling into the treeslike chess pieces into an unplayed game,and John Donne sees the postman coming up the street,the postman walks very carefully because his caneis made of glass.
I've been a fan for a long time. Discovered him in a charity shop in Saltcoats. Bought three books for a few pennies (but left Trout Fishing in America for some reason). A unique voice. Never read anyone like him although Erlend Loe comes close.The Human Race(for Richard Brautigan)A man cannot lose what he never had but he can give up trying to get it. Just walk off the track. Come, join the rest of us on the bleachers. It's that easy. Catch your breath now.It's too hot to run. I've heard say parallel lines never meet. Sometimes they seem to - in the distance -they disappear over the horizon so no one knows for sure. Friday, 25 May 2001
Two wonderful poems. Thank you both. I keep reading and re-reading them. They're perfect. For my part, I have been exploring Please Plant This Book. Virtual copy available at:http://www.pleaseplantthisbook.com/I notice that the real thing would set you back $375 on Amazon. The man himself gave them away for free.