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
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?
summer war dark
I had become so quiet and so small in the grass by the pond that I was barely noticeable, hardly there. I sat there watching their living room shining out of the dark beside the pond. It looked like a fairy-tale functioning happily in the post-World War II gothic of America before television crippled the imagination and turned people indoors and away from living out their own fantasies with dignity. Anyway, I just kept getting smaller and smaller beside the pond, more and more unnoticed in the darkening summer grass until I disappeared into the 32 years that have passed since then.
teacher school play
I daydream about a high school where everybody plays the harmonica: the students, the teachers, the principal, the janitor and the cook in the cafeteria.
fossils doe language
Language does not leave fossils, at least not until it has become written.
house rooms ghost
I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms $37,000 I’m yours ghosts and all.
hands coins pieces
The sun was like a huge 50-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.
perfect ponds wonder
I wonder if there are any catfish in this pond? It seems like a perfect place for them.
heart said nobody-knows
The heart is something else. Nobody knows what's going to happen,' I said
reading writing house
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.
new-orleans firsts sixteen
He learned about life at sixteen, first from Dostoevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans.
one-day and-love dies
One day Time will die And love will bury it
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.