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Richard Brautigan

As the bruises fade, the lightning aches. Last week, making love, you bit me. Now the blue and dark have gone and yellow bruises grow toward pale daffodils, then paler to become until my body is all my own and what that ever got me. —Richard Brautigan, “As the Bruises Fade, the Lightning Aches,” Rommel… Continue reading Richard Brautigan

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American Literature · Black Comedy · Buddhism · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Fragment · Parody · Poetry · Satire · Zen

Richard Brautigan

I have emotions that are like newspapers that read themselves.   I go for days at a time trapped in the want ads.   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.   — Richard Brautigan, “Real Estate,” June… Continue reading Richard Brautigan

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