#AmericanWriters #Suicide
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
Three crates of Private Eye Lett… the name and drawing of a detectiv… with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagin…
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
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…
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
