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Next Friday would have been Richard Brautigan’s 90th. He was a singular writer. He was sometimes full of shit, but beautifully so—and holy... I think I have just come up with my own aspirational epitaph.
Go find his poem, Your Catfish Friend. It should've been engraved in gold and shot into space.
Go find his poem, Your Catfish Friend. It should've been engraved in gold and shot into space.
January 25, 2025 at 2:23 AM
Next Friday would have been Richard Brautigan’s 90th. He was a singular writer. He was sometimes full of shit, but beautifully so—and holy... I think I have just come up with my own aspirational epitaph.
Go find his poem, Your Catfish Friend. It should've been engraved in gold and shot into space.
Go find his poem, Your Catfish Friend. It should've been engraved in gold and shot into space.