beat,

Taken from letters to dead people

i think if by some,

anachronistic way Oscar Wilde, James Dean, John Lennon, Jeff Buckley and Bill had met,

they would have liked each other.

A few days ago, I was checking out Bill's (one of my favourite contemporary writer) page, only to find out he died two weeks ago.

It unsettles me. The man had a pure heart, much like the four aforementioned people above.

When I used to write, I experimented with his writing style: it was very 50s/60s noir, very personal, sort of like how one's mind wanders while staring off into space in a coffee shop. And think about loss. love.life.

Love, mostly.

He seemed to get it.

Just like the four aforementioned did.

My favourite of his: Bad Poetry.