Brautigan's poems possess a unique charm that combines sadness, silliness, and beauty. His voice is reminiscent of that of a precocious child, unfiltered and brutally honest. This honesty, while sometimes painful, adds a layer of authenticity to his work that is truly captivating.
Each poem seems to be a window into his complex and often idiosyncratic mind. The sadness he expresses is not the overwhelming kind that drowns you but rather a gentle melancholy that lingers long after you've finished reading. The silliness, on the other hand, provides a lighthearted counterpoint, making his poems all the more endearing.
Overall, Brautigan's work is a testament to his creative genius. It may be a little kooky at times, but that's what makes it so special. His ability to blend the disparate elements of sadness, silliness, and beauty into a cohesive whole is truly remarkable and has earned him a well-deserved place in the canon of American poetry.
I have a particular fondness for “In Watermelon Sugar” as it holds a special charm for me. However, when it comes to Richard Brautigan as a whole, I just don't find his works consistently interesting. There are times when his writing seems to lack the engaging quality that keeps me hooked from start to finish. And to be completely honest, his poetry just doesn't do it for me. It often feels flat and lacking in the depth and beauty that I look for in good poetry. I appreciate the unique style that Brautigan brings to his writing, but unfortunately, it doesn't always resonate with me on a deeper level. While “In Watermelon Sugar” stands out as a favorite, I can't help but feel a bit disappointed with some of his other works.