when I was a kid, you could buy paperback books through the school for way cheap (like under a buck)...

so I tried out a lot of stuff including things like this that I couldn't fully appreciate until later in life...

In my gadding about music sites this weekend I ran across a band called Machines of Loving Grace (the title of another Brautigan poem)...

and it reminded me of him. This and a few others were among my favorites because they were so succinct and vivid. And so I share fwiw.

This one reminded me of the feeling I had last Thur through Sunday or so.

Brautigan's awesome, but unfortunately just about impossible to read online when last I looked. His best short story will fit in one plurk.

"It's very hard to live in a studio apartment in San Jose with a man who's learning to play the violin." That's what she told the police ...

when she handed them the empty revolver.

wrong.

"The Scarlatti tilt" from _Revenge of the Lawn_.

I wish I had those old books. During a family move (probably the move from SoDak to Az) that occurred after I'd left the house they

vanished.

There would have been some neat stuff in the boxes they threw out or gave away that would be at least worth a chuckle.