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Richard Brautigan

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    Richard Brautigan

    A Boat O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival and he started crying when he saw the Ferris wheel. Electric green and red tears flowed down his furry cheeks. He looked like a boat out on the dark water.

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    Richard Brautigan

    A friend came over to the house a few days ago and read one of my poems. He came back today and asked to read the same poem over again. After he finished reading it, he said, It makes me want to write poetry.

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    Richard Brautigan

    All girls should have a poem written for them even if we have to turn this goddamn world upside down to do it.

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    A sombrero fell out of the sky and landed on the main street of town in front of the mayor, his cousin, and a person out of work. The day was scrubbed clean by the desert air. The sky was blue. It was the blue of human eyes, waiting for something to happen. There was no reason for a sombrero to fall out of the sky. No airplane or helicopter was passing overhead and it was not a religious holiday.

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    Richard Brautigan

    because you always have a clock strapped to your body, it's natural that i should think of you as the correct time: with your long blonde hair at 8:03, and your pulse-lightning breasts at 11:17, and your rose-meow smile at 5:30, i know i'm right.

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    Boo, Forever Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I'm haunted by all the space that I will live without you.

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    Burn all the maps to your body. I'm not here of my own choosing.

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    Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream. I'm not, she said.

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    Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this

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    For the rest of my life I'll be thinking about that hamburger. I'll be sitting there at the counter, holding it in my hands with tears streaming down my cheeks. The waitress will be looking away because she doesn't like to see kids crying when they are eating hamburgers.

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    Gee, You're so Beautiful That It's Starting to Rain Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin and sounds like a sunshine harpsicord. I want high school report cards to look like this: Playing with Gentle Glass Things A Computer Magic A Writing Letters to Those You Love A Finding out about Fish A Marcia's Long Blonde Beauty A+!

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    God-forsaken is beautiful, too.

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    He created his own Kool Aid reality and was able to illuminate himself by it.

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    He learned about life at sixteen, first from Dostoevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans.

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    Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but too many times she slept like a mechanical deer in my caresses, and I ached in the metal silence of her dreams.

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    I believe I saw a woodcock. He had a long bill like putting a fire hydrant into a pencil sharpener, then pasting it onto a bird and letting the bird fly away in front of me with this thing on its face for no other purpose than to amaze me.

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    "I count a lot of things that there's no need to count," Cameron said. "Just because that's the way I am. But I count all the things that need to be counted.

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    I daydream about a high school where everybody plays the harmonica: the students, the teachers, the principal, the janitor and the cook in the cafeteria.

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    I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come.

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    I do not care to be esthetically tickled in a fancy theater surrounded by an audience drenched in the confident perfume of culture. I can't afford it.

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    I don't know these people and they aren't my flowers.

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    I don't want my daughter to be educated. I think women should just be decorative.

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    I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end.

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    I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms $37,000 I’m yours ghosts and all.

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    I fished upstream coming ever closer and closer to the narrow staircase of the canyon. Then I went up into it as if I were entering a department store. I caught three trout in the lost and found department.

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    If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer. That is my name.

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    If you get hung up on everybody else's hang-ups, then the whole world's going to be nothing more than one huge gallows.

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    If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lovers washing their clothes together in a laundromat If you will bring the soap I will bring the bleach.

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    I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep.

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    I had become so quiet and so small in the grass by the pond that I was barely noticeable, hardly there... I sat there watching their living room shining out of the dark beside the pond. It looked like a fairy tale functioning happily in the post-World War II gothic of America before television crippled the imagination of America and turned people indoors and away from living out their own fantasies with dignity... Anyway, I just kept getting smaller and smaller beside the pond, more and more unnoticed in the darkening summer grass until I disappeared into the 32 years that have passed since then.

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    Richard Brautigan

    I have always wanted to write a book that ended with the word 'mayonnaise.

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    I like to think (it has to be!) of a cybernetic ecology where we are free of our labors and joined back to nature, returned to our mammal brothers and sisters, and all watched over by machines of loving grace.

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    Richard Brautigan

    I'll think about things for thirty or forty years before I'll write it.

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    Im haunted a little this evening by feelings that have no vocabulary and events that should be explained in dimensions of lint rather than words. Ive been examining half-scraps of my childhood. They are pieces of distant life that have no form or meaning. They are things that just happened like lint.

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    Richard Brautigan

    I'm in a constant process of thinking about things.

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    In a Cafe" I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover.

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    In Watermelon Sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar.

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    I saw thousands of pumpkins last night come floating in on the tide, bumping up against the rocks and rolling up on the beaches; it must be Halloween in the sea

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    I thought about it for awhile, hiding it from the rest of my mind. But I didn't ruin my birthday by secretly thinking about it too hard

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    It's pretty hard to have faith when everybody is trying to lock you up.

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    It's strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult.

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    I wonder if there are any catfish in this pond? It seems like a perfect place for them.

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    Karma Repair Kit Items 1-4. 1.Get enough food to eat, and eat it. 2.Find a place to sleep where it is quiet, and sleep there. 3.Reduce intellectual and emotional noise until you arrive at the silence of yourself, and listen to it. 4.

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    Richard Brautigan

    Language does not leave fossils, at least not until it has become written.

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    Like some kind of strange vacuum cleaner I tried to console him. I recited the same old litanies that you say to people when you try to help their broken hearts, but words can't help at all. It's just the sound of another human voice that makes the only difference. There's nothing you're ever going to say that's going to make anybody happy when they're feeling shitty about losing somebody that they love.

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    Love Poem ـــــــــ It's so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don't love them any more.

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    Night was coming on in, borrowing the light. It had started out borrowing just a few cents worth of the light, but now it was borrowing thousands of dollars worth of the light every second. The light would soon be gone, the bank closed, the tellers unemployed, the bank president a suicide.

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    Richard Brautigan

    Once upon a time there was a dwarf knight who only had fifty words to live in and they were so fleeting that he only had time to put on a suit of armor and ride swiftly on a black horse into a very well-lit woods where he vanished forever.

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    Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space. If there's nothing there, how can anything go wrong?

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    Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.