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R. Brautigan
Posted: February 5th, 2012, 10:50 pm
by the mingo
A lot of fun to read, I ain't had that much fun since Richard Brautigan
I don't believe a piece of my writing has ever been so spoke of.
Well, I'll just be up & gone to hell.
I'm honored, Jack. Truly.
Thank You.
Re: R. Brautigan
Posted: February 6th, 2012, 9:20 pm
by stilltrucking
Thanks for writing mingo.
It was all true what I said.
Nothing to do with all this maybe, but:
I always liked Silent Woman's tagline.quote]"For me a flatterer is worse than a murderer..."
Isaac Bashevis Singer On Behavior Therapy[/quote]
Re: R. Brautigan
Posted: February 6th, 2012, 10:59 pm
by SadLuckDame
Must be why it makes me happy, too.

mingo like Brautigan and Jack like Henry,
I'm in the best of company.
Re: R. Brautigan
Posted: February 12th, 2012, 6:12 pm
by stilltrucking
Been a long time since I picked up The Tropic of
read forty pages and put it down because it was too good.
I am so young and impressionistic,
Henry knew Freud, he new Nietzsche but he was not a name dropper like me.
I guess I will try to read TOC again this time as an e book.
Books of ink and paper ain't working for me these days. Too hard to come up with them or I just need a good comfortable chair to read in, or to type in too. I just to love the feeling of sitting in that ass hugging air cushioned drivers seat of a KW or a Pete, Makes me high to think of that feeling.
SOmetimes I get it even in my office chair, and this line of text stretches scrolls and strolls to a vanishing point of a two lane highway up in the pan handle.
I think I met Brautigan once
not really met him but passed him on the street, but before we passed I was staring hard at him because he looked so familiar, and he flashed me a beatific smile.
Re: R. Brautigan
Posted: February 12th, 2012, 6:18 pm
by SadLuckDame
hmm, maybees tomorrow I'll get busy celebrating men.
You're making me think of this why I've not yet done so.
Only I didn't realize men deserved celebrating until I met you and until I started reading you, Jack, Brautigan, Henry. It took almost thirty years before I started thinking men could be celebrated.

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Re: R. Brautigan
Posted: February 12th, 2012, 10:06 pm
by still.trucking
I don't know what happened to you thirty years ago,
but I am sorry, I suppose it is true for mothers as well as fathers, like I always said never too late to feel that paternal love. Whether you have children yourself or not. It was true for Jan Kerouac I believe. And I hope it was true for her father.
I celebrate women because they are not men
Conservator Jim Canary is fond of pointing out the differences between the original scroll and the published book.
In the book, it says
'My aunt once said the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness, but Dean knew this,'" Canary points out. In the scroll, though, the passage went on:
My mother once said the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness. This is true all over the world in the jungles of Mexico, in the back streets of Shang Hai, in New York cocktail bars, husbands are getting drunk while the women stay home with the babes of their ever darkening future. If these men stop the machine and come home and get on their knees and ask for forgiveness and the women bless them peace will suddenly descend on the earth with a great silence like the inherent silence of the apocalypse.
"I mean, that's a little different, don't you think?" Canary laughs
Kerouac reportedly complained to Allen Ginsberg that Viking botched his manuscript. Lord, his agent, says the editing was handled gracefully.
Re: R. Brautigan
Posted: February 14th, 2012, 8:49 am
by SadLuckDame
Because I'm such a lover, I'm a great lover-upper,
Happy Valentine's Day to you MEN. *Smooches*
Re: R. Brautigan
Posted: February 14th, 2012, 12:28 pm
by the mingo
Re: R. Brautigan
Posted: February 15th, 2012, 9:11 pm
by still.trucking
Lugubrious
I suppose it has been too long ago to remember,
He put everything good he had into his books, he left nothing for himself.