Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th lake promised us eternity, but the thousands of silly minnows, swimmi
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI In San Francisco around Easter t trout fishing in America peace par of red stickers printed and they p foreign cars, and on means of nati
Let’s Voyage into the New American House by Richard Brautigan There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
Coffee by Richard Brautigan Sometimes life is merely a matter affords. I once read something abo it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra as time goes by I have found out t 1
December 30 by Richard Brautigan At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
Yes, the Fish Music by Richard Brautigan A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv
Tournesol by Richard Brautigan La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g Et dans le sac à main il y avait Que seule a respiré la marraine de
Gee, You’re So Beautiful That It’s Starting to Rain by Richard Brautigan Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
At the California Institute of Technology by Richard Brautigan I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da and there’s nothing to do.
