“The old drunk told me about trout fishing. When he could talk, he had a way of describing trout as if they… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
I fished upstream coming ever closer and closer to the narrow staircase of the canyon. Then I went up into it as… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“My sperm came out into the water, unaccustomed to the light, and instantly it became a misty, stringy kind of thing and… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
I wonder if there are any catfish in this pond? It seems like a perfect place for them. — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
After that first trout I was alone in there. But I didn't know it until later. — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“There was a fine thing about that trout. I only wish I could have made a death mask of him. Not of… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
I daydream about a high school where everybody plays the harmonica: the students, the teachers, the principal, the janitor and the cook in the… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“The river loved to tell everybody (everybody being the sky, the wind, the few trees that grew around there, birds, deer and even the… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“I guess some people lived like Reader's Digest, but I hadn't met any and at that time it seemed doubtful that I ever would” — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“The Beautiful Poem" I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking about you. Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my penis… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come. — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“Alas, Measured Perfectly" Saturday, August 25, 1888. 5:20 P.M. is the name of a photograph of two old women in a front yard, beside… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“Congratulations," I said. "It's so wonderful to write a book." "I walked all the way here," she said. "I started at midnight. I would… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“My Name “I guess you are kind of curious as to who I am, but I am one of those who do not have… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
I had become so quiet and so small in the grass by the pond that I was barely noticeable, hardly there. I sat there… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
Once upon a time there was a dwarf knight who only had fifty words to live in and they were so fleeting that he… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“I feel horrible. She doesn't love me and I wander around the house like a sewing machine that's just finished sewing a turd to… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
Like some kind of strange vacuum cleaner I tried to console him. I recited the same old litanies that you say to people when… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
This morning I saw a coyote walking through the sagebrush right at the very edge of the ocean ― next stop China. The coyote… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
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… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
