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alixsarbh: Richard Brautigan, In Watermelon Sugar.

mrnicholasmark: “Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space. If there's nothing there, how can anything go wrong?” ― Richard Brautigan

mrnicholasmark: "When I go back to Brautigan I half-expect the naive and imperfect aspects to disappoint. I’m never disappointed."

AlexxBollen: Please consider this your yearly reminder to read Richard Brautigan's "In Watermelon Sugar". Feel free to heap thanks upon me when finished.

incharmuese: Just Because Richard Brautigan

BabySolanas: Richard Brautigan, Loading Mercury with a Pitchfork, 1976

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reignoshan: This platform is stopping Richard Brautigan from spinning in his grave

mrnicholasmark: Have fallen down a Richard Brautigan rabbit hole.

mrnicholasmark: "Poetry is telegrams of the human soul." - Richard Brautigan

BrautiganRichar: Today we celebrate the life of Richard Brautigan on the 35th anniversary of his death. RIP

mrnicholasmark: Right Beside the Morning Coffee If I write this down now, I will have it in the morning. The question is: Do I want to start the day off with this? - Richard Brautigan

marthasilano: Ahh, Richard Brautigan. What a surprise when a poem of yours showed up in my daughter's English class. Task: to write an imitation. He was the first contemporary poet I read. He seems to have been a bit of a seer.

wayneberninger: Whoa. I think Richard Brautigan faked his death and eventually became John Bolton!

NancyRBowers: Reduce intellectual and emotional noise until you arrive at the silence of yourself and listen to it. Richard Brautigan

sanjaytirdiya: We call everything a river here. We are that kind of people. ~ Richard Brautigan

gemmalynnparker: More poems about rain: "It is raining today in the mountains. It is a warm, green rain, with love in its pockets, for spring is here, and does not dream of death." - Richard Brautigan

RayBoomhower: “I have always wanted to write a book that ended with the word 'mayonnaise.’” Richard Brautigan, who died OTD in 1984

eugeneweekly: Richard Brautigan, author of Trout Fishing in America who once lived in Eugene, is the subject of a new book: Please Plant This Book Coast to Coast. The authors will read from the book 3:30 to 4:30 pm Saturday at the Oregon Poetry Association Conference.

AsoKuotsu: In my next life, I will be a pro wave surfer. Travel the world riding waves. Drink pineapple based drinks at kitchen surfer bars across Hawaii, Fiji and South Africa. Be out there in the water all day. Watch my girl bathing in the sun smoking a joint, reading Richard Brautigan.

LoreleiQ: Puts me in mind of 'The Scarlatti Tilt', by Richard Brautigan.

Mark_Trousdale: Please Do you think of me as often as i think of you? Richard Brautigan

yeahiroy: "We need to talk about Richard Brautigan" Texts from Roy-Z

mahynourr_magdy: I’m haunted by all the space that I will live without you... — Richard Brautigan,from “Boo,Forever”. © Kinsey Mhire

Peter688615: “Boo Forever” Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top I am haunted by all the space I will live without you Richard Brautigan

GordieMcconnell: I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end. Richard Brautigan

aqsso: “all of us have a place in history. mine is clouds.” Richard Brautigan

MPDSalonFama: En venta "Trout Fishing in America/ The Pill versus the Springhill Mine Disaster/ In Watermelon Sugar" de Richard Brautigan, Three books in the manner of their original editions, en inglés, 400 pesos.

jRam0131: Finished with Trout Fishing in America / The Pill versus the, by Richard Brautigan

Multimaniaco: On page 116 of 192 of El monstruo de Hawkline, by Richard Brautigan

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Don Marquis Poem
 by Don Marquis

I still remember how she moved
Among the rathe, wild blooms she loved,
(When Spring came tip-toe down the slopes,
Atremble ‘twixt her doubts and hopes,
Half fearful and all virginal)-
How Silvia sought this dell to call
Her flowers into full festival,
And chid them with this madrigal:

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