Hinged to forgetfulness like a doorshe slowly closed out of sight,and she was the woman that I loved,but too many times she slept likea mechanical deer in my caresses,and I ached in the metal silenceof her dreams. — Richard Brautigan, “Hinged to forgetfulness like a door,” Rommel Drives on Deep Into Egypt. (Delacorte Pr January… Continue reading Richard Brautigan
As the bruises fade, the lightning aches.Last week, making love, you bit me.Now the blue and dark have goneand yellow bruises grow toward pale daffodils,then paler to become until my bodyis all my own and what that ever got me. — Richard Brautigan, “As the Bruises Fade, the Lightning Aches,” Rommel Drives On Deep Into… Continue reading Richard Brautigan
I have emotionsthat are like newspapers thatread themselves. I go for days at a timetrapped in the want ads. I feel as if I am an adfor the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms$37,000I’m yoursghosts and all. — Richard Brautigan, “Real Estate,” June 30, June 30. (Delacorte Press; 1st edition August 1978)
In her sweetness where she folds my woundsthere is a flower that bees cannot afford.It is too rich for them and would changetheir wings into operas and all their honeyinto the lonesome maps of a nonexistentCalifornia county.When she has finished folding all my woundsshe puts them away in a dresser where thedrawers smell like the… Continue reading Richard Brautigan
We have a tendency to think in terms of doing and not in terms of being. We think that when we’re not doing anything, we’re wasting our time. But that’s not true. Our time is first of all for us to be. To be what? To be alive, to be peaceful, to be joyful, to… Continue reading Thich Nhat Hanh
Whenyou wake upfrom death,you will find yourselfin my arms,andI will bekissing youandIwill be crying. — Richard Brautigan, “If I should die before you do,” The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writings. (Mariner Books; First Edition edition September 16, 1999)
Finding is losing something else.I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this. — Richard Brautigan, “Finding is Losing Something Else” in “A Taste of the Taste of Brautigan,” California Living (16 May 1971)
Emptiness which is conceptually liable to be mistaken for sheer nothingness is in fact the reservoir of infinite possibilities. ― Daisetz Teitaro Suzuki
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently before. You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them like sunlight on the wings of birds. ― Richard Brautigan, “I’ve Never Had it Done so Gently Before,” Trout Fishing in… Continue reading Richard Brautigan
Love’s Not The Way To Treat a Friend Love’s not the way to treat a friend. I wouldn’t wish that on you. I don’t want to see your eyes forgotten on a rainy day, lost in the endless purse of those who can remember nothing. Love’s not the way to treat a friend. I don’t… Continue reading Richard Brautigan
The Vale of Soul-Making 