If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: someone asked you a question and you did not know the answer.
That is my name.
Mitch Goodstein gave me this book. It must have been 1970. He said that he knew that I would like it. It was at Cooper Union and it was a bad time in my life. In Watermelon Sugar was perfect. I finished it in a couple of hours and then read it again. I gave it back to Mitch and I haven’t seen it in these 35 years.
I bought a copy at a flea market today for fifty cents.
It is even better than I remembered.
I read that Brautigan killed himself. He was the kind of poet that I understand. I am sorry that he didn’t live to write more.