Richard Brautigan
Richard Gary Brautigan was an American novelist and poet associated with the Beat Generation.
The Pill Versus the Springhill Mining Disaster
Dell Publishing (Delta), 1968; (Some poems in this edition first appeared elsewhere.)- 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."- "Hey! This Is What It's All About"
- 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.- "All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace"
- if a girl likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and she says things like,
"Do you think it's going to rain?"
and I say, "It beats me,"
and she says, "Oh,"
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think: Thank God, it's you, baby, this time
Instead of me.- "It's Raining In Love"
Rommel Drives on deep into Egypt
Dell Publishing (Delta), 1970; (Some poems in this edition first appeared elsewhere.)- Forsaken, fucking in the cold,
eating each other, lost
runny noses,
complaining all the time
like so many
people
that we know
- "Donner Party"
- 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.- "30 cents, Two Transfers, Love"
- Everybody wants to go to bed
with everybody else, they're
lined up for blocks, so I'll
go to bed with you. They won't
miss us.- "-2"
Trout Fishing In America
Dell Publishing (Delta), 1967; (Some chapters of this novel first appeared elsewhere.)- There are seductions that should be in the Smithsonian Institute, right next to The Spirit of St. Louis.
- Epigram at the end of the table of contents. (Underlining in source.)
- Everything smelled of sheep. The dandelions were suddenly more sheep than flower, each petal reflecting wool and the sound of a bell ringing off the yellow. But the thing that smelled the most like sheep, was the sun itself. When the sun went behind a cloud, the smell of sheep decreased, like standing on some old guy's hearing aid, and when the sun came back again, the smell of the sheep was loud, like a clap of thunder inside a cup of coffee.
- Page 50
- ... the Coleman lantern is the symbol of the camping craze that is currently sweeping America, with its unholy white light burning in the forests of America.
- Page 73.
Unsourced
- All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.
- I'm in a constant process of thinking about things. I'll think about things for thirty or forty years before I'll write it.
- 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?
- It's strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult.
- I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come. --So the Wind Won't Blow It All Away, p.38