Richard Brautigan
My Nose Is Growing Old
Yup. A long lazy September look In the mirror Say it’s true. I’m 31 And my nose is growing Old. It starts about 1/2 An inch Below the bridge And strolls geriatrically Down For
It's Raining In Love
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot. It makes me nervous. I don’t say the right things or perhaps I start to
Part 2 of Trout Fishing in America
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America As if Trout Fishing in America were a rich gourmet and Trout Fishing in America had
Discovery
The petals of the vagina unfold Like Christofer Columbus Taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful Than the bow of a ship Touching a new world?
At the California Institute of Technology
I don’t care how God-damn smart These guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all day long And there’s nothing to do. Written January 24, 1967 While poet-in-residence at The California Institute
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A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington Square. He told me To tell you that his case went to a jury
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a Trout fishing in America peace parade. They had thousands Of red stickers printed and they pasted
I Live In The Twentieth Century
I live in the Twentieth Century And you lie here beside me. You Were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do about It. I felt hopeless. Your face Is so
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WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some Boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed up the creek enough to form a huge Bathtub there, and the creek flowed
The Shenevertakesherwatchoff Poem
For Marcia 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
Hinged To Forgetfulness Like A Door
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
Deer Tracks
Beautiful, sobbing High-geared fucking And then to lie silently Like deer tracks in the Freshly-fallen snow beside The one you love. That’s all.
AUTOBIOGRAPHY (POLISH IT LIKE A PIECE OF SILVER)
I am standing in the cemetery at Byrds, Texas. What did Judy say? “God-forsaken is beautiful, too.” A very old man who has cancer on his face and takes Care of the cemetery, is
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the Lake promised us eternity, but the lake itself was filled with Thousands of silly minnows, swimming close
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a Three-legged crow on the dandelion side of the mountain. He was, of course, a Jew, a retired merchant
I've Never Had It Done So Gently Before
The sweet juices of your mouth Are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently before. You have put a circle of castles Around my penis and you swirl them
Kafka's Hat
With the rain falling Surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream That looked like Kafka’s hat. It was a dish of ice cream Tasting like an operating table With the
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing in America had been Lord Byron and had died in Missolonghi, Greece, and afterward
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I Took the baby and went down there this morning. They were Watering the cover with big
Less Time
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I’ve taken account Of everything, there you have it. I’ve made a census of the stones, they are as
December 30
At 1:30 in the morning a fart Smells like a marriage between An avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed To write this down without My glasses on.
The Fever Monument
I walked across the park to the fever monument. It was in the center of a glass square surrounded By red flowers and fountains. The monument Was in the shape of a sea horse
All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace
I like to think (and The sooner the better!) Of a cybernetic meadow Where mammels and computers Live together in mutually Programming harmony Like pure water Touching clear sky. I like to think (right
Trout Fishing in America
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is a photograph taken Late in the afternoon, a photograph of the Benjamin Franklin Statue
Romeo and Juliet
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
Coffee
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee Affords. I once read something about coffee. The thing said that coffee is good for you; It stimulates all
Nine Things
It’s night And a numbered beauty Lapses at the wind, Chortles with the Branches of a tree, giggles, Plays shadow dance With a dead kite, Cajoles affection From falling leaves, And knows four Other
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
Mating Saliva
A girl in a green mini- Skirt, not very pretty, walks Down the street. A businessman stops, turns To stare at her ass That looks like a moldy Refrigerator. There are now 200,000,000 people
To England
There are no postage stamps that send letters Back to England three centuries ago, No postage stamps that make letters Travel back until the grave hasn’t been dug yet, And John Donne stands looking
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THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew Too close together. The creek was like 12, 845 telephone Booths in a row with high Victorian ceilings and all
30 Cents, Two Transfers, Love
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus And paid 30 cents car fare And asked the driver for two transfers Before discovering That I was Alone.
The Moon Versus Us Ever Sleeping Together Again
I sit here, an arch-villain of romance, Thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorry I made you unhappy, but there was nothing I could do about it because I have to be free. Perhaps everything
Tournesol
La voyageuse qui traverse les Halles à la tombée de l’été Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses grands arums si beaux Et dans le sac à main il
Yes, the Fish Music
A trout-colored wind blows Through my eyes, through my fingers, And I remember how the trout Used to hide from the dinosaurs When they came to drink at the river. The trout hid in
San Francisco
This poem was found written on a paper bag by Richard Brautigan in a laundromat in San Francisco. The author is unknown. By accident, you put Your money in my Machine (#4) By accident,
The Beautiful Poem
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking About you. Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my penis Affectionately. Knowing it has been inside You twice today makes me Feel beautiful.
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