Richard Brautigan (January 30, 1935 – September 14, 1984 / Tacoma, Washington)
an American novelist, poet, and short story writer. His work often employs black comedy, parody, and satire. He is best known for his 1967 novel Trout Fishing in America.
Early life
Brautigan was born in Tacoma, Washington, the only child to Bernard Frederick "Ben" Brautigan, Jr. (July 29, 1908 – May 27, 1994) a factory worker and laborer, and Lulu Mary "Mary Lou" Keho (April 7, 1911 – September 24, 2005), a waitress. In May 1934, eight months prior to his birth, Bernard and Mary Lou separated. Brautigan said that he met his biological father only twice, though after Brautigan's death, Bernard was said to be unaware that Richard was his child, saying "He's got the same ... more »
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''If you get hung up on everybody else's hang-ups, then the whole world's going to be nothing more than one huge gallows.''
Richard Brautigan (1935-1984), U.S. novelist, poet. The Abortion: An Historical Romance 1966, p. 63 (1970).
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For some reason they have left off possibly my favorite Brautigan poem:
I Cannot Answer You Tonight in Small Portions
I cannot answer you tonight in small portions.
Torn apart by stormy loves gate, I float
like a phantom facedown in a well where
the cold dark water reflects vague half-built
stars
and trades all our affection, touching, sleeping
together for tribunal distance standing like
a drowned train just beyond a pile of Eskimo
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From 'The Pill v. the Springhill Mine Disaster.'