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LOADING MERCURY WITH A PITCHFORK

By Richard Brautigan (selected works) POSTCARD LOADING MERCURY WITH A PITCHFORK IT'S TIME TO TRAIN YOURSELF THE ACT OF: DEATH-DEFYING AFFECTION CROW MAIDEN INFORMATION WE MEET. WE TRY. NOTHING HAPPENS, BUT IMPASSE THE NECESSITY OF APPEARING IN YOUR OWN FACE FOR FEAR YOU WILL BE ALONE EVERYTHING INCLUDES US I'LL AFFECT YOU SLOWLY AT THE GUESS OF A SIMPLE HELLO SEXUAL ACCIDENT FUCK ME LIKE FRIED POTATOES THE CURVE OF FORGOTTEN THINGS THE SHADOW OF SEVEN YEARS' BAD LUCK DIVE-BOMBING THE LOWER EMOTIONS EARLY SPRING MUD PUDDLE AT AN OFF ANGLE NOBODY KNOWS WHAT THE EXPERIENCE IS WORTH

POSTCARD

I wonder if eighty-four-year-old Colonel Sanders ever gets tired of traveling all around America talking about fried chicken.

LOADING MERCURY WITH A PITCHFORK

Loading mercury with a pitchfork your truck is almost full. The neighbors take a certain pride in you. They stand around watching.

IT'S TIME TO TRAIN YOURSELF

It's time to train yourself to sleep alone again and it's so fucking hard.

THE ACT OF: DEATH-DEFYING AFFECTION

The act of: death-defying affection insures the constancy of the stars and their place at the beginning of everything.

CROW MAIDEN

Starring a beautiful young girl and twenty- three crows. She has blonde hair. The crows are intelligent. The director is obsessed with the budget (too low). The photographer has fallen in love with the girl. She can't stand him. The crows are patient. The director is a homosexual. The girl loves him. The photographer daydreams murder. "One hundred and seventy- five thousand. I was a fool!" the director says to himself. The girl has taken to crying a lot at night. The crows wait for their big scene. And you will go where crows go and you will know what the crows know. After you have learned all their secrets and think the way they do and your love caresses their feathers like the walls of a midnight clock, they will fly away and take you with them. And you will go where crows go and you will know what the crows know.

INFORMATION

Any thought that I have right now isn't worth a shit because I'm totally fucked up.

WE MEET. WE TRY. NOTHING HAPPENS, BUT

We meet. We try. Nothing happens, but afterwards we are always embarrassed when we see each other. We look away.

IMPASSE

I talked a good hello but she talked an even better good-bye.

THE NECESSITY OF APPEARING IN YOUR OWN FACE

There are days when that is the last place in the world where you want to be but you have to be there, like a movie, because it features you.

FOR FEAR YOU WILL BE ALONE

For fear you will be alone you do so many things that aren't you at all

EVERYTHING INCLUDES US

The thought of her hands touching his hair makes me want to vomit.

I'LL AFFECT YOU SLOWLY

I'll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won't rain.

AT THE GUESS OF A SIMPLE HELLO

At the guess of a simple hello it can all begin toward crying yourself to sleep, wondering where the fuck she is.

SEXUAL ACCIDENT

The sexual accident that turned out to be your wife, the mother of your children and the end of our life, is home cooking dinner for all your friends.

FUCK ME LIKE FRIED POTATOES

Fuck me like fried potatoes on the most beautifully hungry morning of my God-damn life.

THE CURVE OF FORGOTTEN THINGS

Things slowly curve out of sight Until they are gone. Afterwards Only the curve Remains.

THE SHADOW OF SEVEN YEARS' BAD LUCK

A face concocted from leftovers of other faces needs a mirror put together from pieces of broken mirrors.

DIVE-BOMBING THE LOWER EMOTIONS

I was dive-bombing the lower emotions on a typical yesterday …after I had sworn never to do it again. I guess never's too long a time to stay out of the cockpit with the wind screaming down the wings and the target almost praying itself into your sights. August 30

EARLY SPRING MUD PUDDLE AT AN OFF ANGLE

That's how I feel. October 5

NOBODY KNOWS WHAT THE EXPERIENCE IS WORTH

Nobody knows what the experience is worth but it's better than sitting on your hands, I keep telling myself.

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