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Cat

We lay in that bed one sunny evening after making love and decided to name our first girl Cat, we were going to name her Cat, but now we have departed forever from our love-making, and we will not have a little girl, nor any children at all, and I am doomed to become the poet…

4 miesiące temu

@richard-brautigan

Feel Free to Marry Emily Dickinson

Yesterday my wife divorced me in Brazil, and the rain highway saw my youth have a flat tire, leaving me free to marry Emily Dickinson. O what profound love we will make together, our gentle hands moving like gravestones, and our coming will be like a funeral procession.

4 miesiące temu

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The Castle of the Cormorants*

Hamlet with a cormorant under his arm married Ophelia. She was still wet from drowning. She looked like a white flower that had been left in the rain too long. I love you, said Ophelia, and I love that dark bird you hold in your arms. Big Sur February 1958

4 miesiące temu

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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 subways, castles and automobiles. They waited patiently for the dinosaurs to go away.

4 miesiące temu

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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 patient staring up at the ceiling.

4 miesiące temu

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Fragment

I am looking at wooden crosses so old that nothing is written un them anymore, there are huge stacks of crosses here, there are crosses leaning against fine marble tombs, there are crosses thrown into the trees, there are a dozen crosses sticking on the same grave.

4 miesiące temu

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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.

4 miesiące temu

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The Escape of the Owl

The carpenter built a prison ladder, working hard all night long, he built that ladder from owl-smelling cedar, but he made a mistake, he had an extra rung left over, and it flew away.

4 miesiące temu

@richard-brautigan

Cyclops*

A glass of lemonade travels across this world like the eye of the cyclops. If a child doesn't drink the lemonade, Ulysses will.

4 miesiące temu

@richard-brautigan

Night

I went to the castle to see the queen. She was in the garden burning flowers. "I see you are here on time as always," she said, striking a match to an orchid. The petals caught on fire and burned like the clothes of an angel. I took out a knife and cut off my finger.…

4 miesiące temu

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The Ferris Wheel

The world was opening and closing its insane asylums and churches ike a forgetful old man buttoning up his pants instead of unbuttoning them. Are you going to go to the toilet in your pants, old man?…

4 miesiące temu

@richard-brautigan

April Ground

Digging the April ground with a shovel that looked like Harpo Marx, I cut a woman in two, and one half crawled toward the infinitesimal, and the other half crawled toward the eternal.

4 miesiące temu

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Hansel and Gretel

I have always wanted to write a poem about Hansel and Gretel going through the forest, leaving behind them pieces of apple pie to form sort of a bridge between dream and reality, and being followed by those gentle birds that embrace both illusions like violins eating…

4 miesiące temu

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The Chinese Checker Players*

When I was six years old I played Chinese checkers with a woman who was ninety-three years old. She lived by herself in an apartment down the hall from ours. We played Chinese checkers every Monday and Thursday nights. While we played she usually talked about her husband…

4 miesiące temu

@richard-brautigan

Sonnet*

The sea is like an old nature poet who died of a heart attack in a public latrine. His ghost still haunts the urinals. At night he can be heard walking around barefooted in the dark. Somebody stole his shoes.

4 miesiące temu

@richard-brautigan

Land of the Rising Sun

sayonara Flying from Japanese night, we left Haneda Airport in Tokyo four hours ago at 9:30 P.M. June 30th and now we are flying into the sunrise over the Pacific that is on its way to Japan where darkness lies upon the land and the sun is hours away.…

4 miesiące temu

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