#Americans #Suicide
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…
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.
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…
I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
For Marcia
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…
