Contributed by verachok
“Brautigan is good for you” - Bruce Cook, The National Observer
Poems inspired by Brautigan, emailed to us by the rather lovely and intriguing Will Burns who found out about us via the equally fascinating, Caught by the River.
A poem by Will Burns.
The sun no longer rises
above the bare rock hills
around the house.
All that I ever see now
above the line of the horizon
is the dominion of the trees –
leafless, scratching at the sky
in bare, black lines.
The light receded slowly
and with it, bit by bit
was spent the life and
colour of the place.
All things moved away or died,
a mulch covered the ground,
then dissipated, revealing
a caustic white chalk below.
Although there were not,
and now never will be,
any specific acts of violence,
I am left the only movement in the air.
30 September 2009 // Miscellany
by Will Burns
In the morning I felt
cold and rolled over
onto one side. Thought
about the size of the trout
that I had seen
rising in the river
after dinner, when I was
down there walki
ng.
Right then I had wanted to
catch one and kill it.
I had forgotten about the
roof, and about your aunt,
and all our problems.
There
was just life and death
and a fire in my mind.
Contributed by verachok
