Richard Brautigan
Richard Brautigan
Richard Gary Brautiganwas an American novelist, poet, and short story writer. His work often employs black comedy, parody, and satire. He is best known for his 1967 novel Trout Fishing in America...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth30 January 1935
CountryUnited States of America
one-day and-love dies
One day Time will die And love will bury it
love kissing winning
The American humorist sat on his couch suffering thoughts of her, trying to figure out how to win back her affections, wondering what had happened between them or just tumbling head-over-heels down into romantic oblivion where the image of a remembered kiss provokes bottomless despair and makes death seem like the right idea.He experienced the basics of love ended.
space perfection lovely
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?
nice hands making-love
We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.
beautiful lonely love-you
Your Catfish Friend If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by one evening when the moon was shining down into my dark home and stand there at the edge of my affection and think, “It's beautiful here by this pond. I wish somebody loved me,” I'd love you and be your catfish friend and drive such lonely thoughts from your mind and suddenly you would be at peace, and ask yourself, “I wonder if there are any catfish in this pond? It seems like a perfect place for them.
alone trout until
After that first trout I was alone in there. But I didn'tknow it until later.
men sunflower fables
There are not too many fables about man's misuse of sunflower seeds.
reality able aids
He created his own Kool Aid reality and was able to illuminate himself by it.
beach halloween night
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
bees used stomach
The bees in my stomach are dead and getting used to it.
sides sunny sunny-side
Her sunny side was always up.
space forever spinning
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.
morning nice wake-up
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.
dream sight doors
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.