RICHARD BRAUTIGAN

Hi folks,

Posted some stuff from Richard Brautigan yesterday on FB and found a lot of other folks loved his work as much as I do. So, I’m posting some more than many won’t have seen as it’s from a book of his uncollected work, titled, THE EDNA WEBSTER COLLECTION OF UNDISCOVERED WRITINGS.

Here ya go:

a young man

Surely goodness

and mercy

shall follow me

all the days

of my life,

and I will dwell

in the house

of the Lord

forever, if the

rent isn’t too high.

awakening

            The dog had fallen from a high cliff down onto the road, and then trucks and cars had run over it, I guess, because the dog was only an inch thick.

The dog was white, and its guts were white.

When I saw the dog, I couldn’t believe it for a moment.

Then I had to believe it.

Then I started crying.

I was five years old.

The dog was the first dead animal I had ever seen.

I had always thought that everything lived forever.

When My Soul Didn’t Love Me

Once upon a sad weird

there lived a girl

who was my beautiful soul given form.

So,

of course,

I loved her a cash-registerful.

But she didn’t love me a penny.

It was very sad and weird having my soul

not love me.

Untitled

I

am waiting anxiously

for Hollywood to buy this book

and pay umpity-ump cash for it

and turn it into a super-colossal

spectacle with ten thousand extras,

2,000 horses, 52 lions, 60 king cobras,

And every Hollywood actress who has been

divorced over five times.

Hollywood will,

of course,

change the title

to something like

“The Outcasts of Devil’s Island.”

And, finally, the poem I wish I had written for my wife…

i would walk back

across hell

to get Your hat

i would

carry You across hell,

and

if You had forgotten

Your hat,

            i would walk

            back across hell

            and get it for You.

And… just… damn! What a Writer…

Blue skies,

Les