`Richard Brautigan Appreciation thread!

I think something beautiful
and amusing is gained
by remembering Sidney Greenstreet,
but it is a fragile thing.

The hand picks up a glass.
The eye looks at the glass
and then hand, glass and eye
fall away.

R. Brautigan

Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4
Richard Brautigan

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.

The sun was like a huge fifty-cent piece that someone had

poured kerosene on and then had lit with a match and said,

"Here, hold this while I go get a newspaper, " and put the

coin in my hand, but never came back.

I had walked for miles and miles until I came to the rock

under the tree and sat down. Every time a car would come

by, about once every ten minutes, I would get up and stick

out my thumb as if it were a bunch of bananas and then sit

back down on the rock again.

The old shack had a tin roof colored reddish by years of

wear, like a hat worn under the guillotine. A corner of the

roof was loose and a hot wind blew down the river and the

loose corner clanged in the wind.

A car went by. An old couple. The car almost swerved off

the road and into the river. I guess they didn't see many

hitchhikers up there. The car went around the corner

with both of them looking back at me.

I had nothing else to do, so I caught salmon flies in my

landing net. I made up my own game. It went like this: I

couldn't chase after them. I had to let them fly to me. It

was something to do with my mind. I caught six.

A little ways up from the shack was an outhouse with its

door flung violently open. The inside of the outhouse was

exposed like a human face and the outhouse seemed to say,

"The old guy who built me crapped in here 9,745 times and

he's dead now and I don't want anyone else to touch me. He

was a good guy. He built me with loving care. Leave me

alone. I'm a monument now to a good ass gone under. There's

no mystery here. That's why the door's open. If you have to

crap, go in the bushes like the deer. "

"Fuck you, " I said to the outhouse. "All I want is a ride

down the river. "

From Trout Fishing In America.

Forsaken, fucking in the cold,
eating
each other, lost
runny noses,
complaining all the time
like so many
people
that we know

Love Brautigan!

Incredible book. One of my fave books ever in fact...

I concur. K&R.

I just learned I can't recommend things in the DU Lounge.

Oops.

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Even among my hippie friends that read brautigan (not a very long list) they all for some reason did not like this book. I loved it, it was sos trange and wonderful and weird and mysterious. For me it was the pinnacle of his work, from a purely literary point of view. I hve read this book maybe 20 times over the years. I pick it up and don't put it down until I have read the whole thing.

the deeds were done
and done again
as my life is done
in watermelon sugar

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

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

but I haven't gotten around to it yet since nights have gotten shorter.