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by Richard Brautigan


  When she was fifteen if you’d told her

  that when she was twenty she’d be going

  to bed with bald-headed men and liking it,

  she would have thought you very abstract.

  IT TAKES A SECRET TO KNOW A “SECRET”

  It takes a secret to know a “secret.”

  Then you have two secrets that know

  each other. Just

  what you always wanted, they stand

  there looking at each other with their

  pajamas on.

  VOLUNTARY QUICKSAND

  I read the Chronicle this morning

  as if I were stepping into voluntary

  quicksand

  and watched the news go over my shoes

  with forty-four more days of spring.

  Kent State

  America

  May 7, 1970

  GROUP PORTRAIT WITHOUT

  THE LIONS

  available light

  MAXINE

  Part 1

  No party is

  complete

  without you.

  Everybody

  knows that.

  The party

  starts when

  you arrive.

  ROBOT

  Part 2

  Robot likes to sleep

  through long lazy summer afternoons.

  So do his friends

  with the sun reflecting

  off them like tin cans.

  FRED BOUGHT A PAIR OF ICE SKATES

  Part 3

  Fred bought a pair of ice skates.

  That was twenty years ago.

  He still has them but he doesn’t

  skate any more.

  CALVIN LISTENS TO STARFISH

  Part 4

  Calvin listens to starfish.

  He listens to them very carefully,

  lying in the tide pools,

  soaking wet

  with his clothes on,

  but is he really listening to them?

  LIZ LOOKS AT HERSELF IN THE MIRROR

  Part 5

  She’s very depressed.

  Nothing went right today,

  so she doesn’t believe that

  she’s there.

  DORIS

  Part 6

  This morning there

  was a knock at the

  door. You answered it.

  The mailman was standing

  there. He slapped your

  face.

  GINGER

  Part 7

  She’s glad

  that Bill

  likes her.

  VICKY SLEEPS WITH DEAD PEOPLE

  Part 8

  Vicky sleeps out in the woods

  with dead people but she always

  combs her hair in the morning.

  Her parents don’t understand her.

  And she doesn’t understand them.

  They try. She tries. The dead

  people try. They will all work

  it out someday.

  BETTY MAKES WONDERFUL WAFFLES

  Part 9

  Everybody agrees to

  that.

  CLAUDIA / 1923–1970

  Part 10

  Her mother still living

  is 65.

  Her grandmother still living

  is 86.

  “People in my family

  live for a long time!”

  —Claudia always used to say,

  laughing.

  What a surprise

  she had.

  WALTER

  Part 11

  Every night: just before he falls asleep

  Walter coughs. Having never slept

  in a room with another person, he thinks

  that everybody coughs just before they fall

  asleep. That’s his world.

  MORGAN

  Part 12

  Morgan finished second in his high school

  presidential election in 1931.

  He never recovered from it.

  After that he wasn’t interested in people

  any more. They couldn’t be counted on.

  He has been working as a night watchman

  at the same factory for over thirty years now.

  At midnight he walks among the silent equipment.

  He pretends they are his friends and they like

  him very much. They would have voted

  for him.

  MOLLY

  Part 13

  Molly is afraid to go into the attic.

  She’s afraid if she went up there

  and saw the box of clothes that she

  used to wear twenty years ago,

  she would start crying.

  “AH, GREAT EXPECTATIONS!”

  Part 14

  Sam likes to say, “Ah, great expectati0nsl”

  at least three or four times in every

  conversation. He is twelve years old.

  Nobody knows what he is talking about when

  he says it. Sometimes it makes people

  feel uncomfortable.

  GOOD LUCK, CAPTAIN MARTIN

  GOOD LUCK, CAPTAIN MARTIN

  Part 1

  We all waved as his boat

  sailed away. The old people

  cried. The children were

  restless.

  PEOPLE ARE CONSTANTLY

  MAKING ENTRANCES

  Part 2

  People are constantly making entrances

  into entrances by entering themselves

  through houses, bowling alleys and planetariums,

  restaurants, movie theaters, offices, factories,

  mountains and Laundromats, etc., entrances

  into entrances, etc., accompanied by themselves.

  Captain Martin watches

  the waves go by.

  That’s his entrance

  into himself.

  THE BOTTLE

  Part 3

  A child stands motionless.

  He holds a bottle in his hands.

  There’s a ship in the bottle.

  He stares at it with eyes

  that do not blink.

  He wonders where a tiny ship

  can sail to if it is held

  prisoner in a bottle.

  Fifty years from now you will

  find out, Captain Martin,

  for the sea (large as it is)

  is only another bottle.

  SMALL CRAFT WARNINGS

  Part 4

  Small craft warnings mean nothing to Captain Martin

  . . . nothing . . .

  like somebody deliberately choosing not to look

  out the window, so the window remains empty.

  FAMOUS PEOPLE AND THEIR FRIENDS

  Part 5

  Famous people and their friends

  get to go to places where you

  can only imagine what they are doing.

  I was at a party two nights ago*

  and a famous person was there.

  When he left five or six people left

  with him.

  There was a great deal of excitement

  at their departure as there always is.

  The room was filled with the breathing

  of searchlights and chocolate ice cream

  cones and private jet airplanes.

  Everybody wanted to go with them

  to mysterious places like film studio

  palaces in Atlantis and dance halls

  on the dark side of undiscovered moons

  where everything happens and you are

  a very important part of it

  and you are there.

  *Where is Captain Martin?

  CAROL THE WAITRESS

  REMEMBERS STILL

  Part 6

  Yes, that’s the table where Captain Martin

  sat. Yes, that one. By the window.

  He would sit there alone for hours at

  a time, staring out at the sea. He always
r />   had one plain doughnut and a cup of coffee.

  I don’t know what he was looking at.

  PUT THE COFFEE ON, BUBBLES,

  I’M COMING HOME

  Part 7

  Everybody’s coming home

  except Captain Martin.

  FIVE POEMS

  1 / THE CURVE OF FORGOTTEN THINGS

  Things slowly curve out of sight

  until they are gone. Afterwards

  only the curve

  remains.

  2 / FRESH PAINT

  Why is it when I walk past funeral parlors

  they remind me of the smell of fresh paint

  and I can feel the smell in my stomach?

  It does not feel like food.

  3 / A TELESCOPE, A PLANETARIUM,

  A FIRMAMENT OF CROWS

  It is a very dark place

  without stars,

  and even when you arrive there

  twenty minutes early,

  . . . you are late.

  4 / 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.

  5 / COMET TELEGRAM

  Two words:

  Camelot

  gone

  MONTANA / 1973

  NIGHT

  Night again

  again night

  •

  August 23

  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

  NINE CROWS: TWO OUT OF SEQUENCE

  1,2,3,4,5,7,6,8,9

  September 1

  SECONDS

  With so short a time to live and think

  about stuff, I’ve spent just about

  the right amount of time on this

  butterfly.

  20

  A warm afternoon

  Pine Creek, Montana

  September 3

  SORRY ABOUT THAT

  Oh, East is East, and West is West,

  and never the twain shall meet . . .

  —Rudyard Kipling

  waiting . . .

  fresh snow in the Absarokas

  (pronounced Ab-SOAR-kause)

  waiting . . .

  snow! beautiful / mountains

  answered by warm autumn sun

  down here in the valley

  waiting . . .

  for a rented car from Bozeman

  to bring an airplane-fresh japanese

  woman to my cabin here

  in Montana.

  September 3

  NOTHING IS BEING TAUGHT

  IN THE PALACE TODAY

  The desks are silent as tombstones.

  The chalkboard is coated with spider webs.

  The erasers are ticking like bombs.

  The recess bell has turned to mud,

  etc.

  I think you get the picture:

  Nothing is being taught in the palace today.

  September 7

  BIG DIPPER

  This is the biggest Big Dipper

  that I’ve ever seen.

  Pine Creek

  Montana Evening

  October 4

  EARLY SPRING MUD PUDDLE

  AT AN OFF ANGLE

  That’s how I

  feel.

  October 5

  A PENNY SMOOTH AS A STAR

  I keep forgetting the same thing:

  over and over again.

  I know it’s important but I keep

  on forgetting it.

  I’ve forgotten it so many times

  that it’s like a coin in my mind

  that’s never been minted.

  Tom’s House

  Montana

  October 13

  THE KITTENS OF AUGUST

  The kittens of August are ¾s cats now

  and all the leaves have fallen from the two trees

  by the creek that were so short a time ago shade,

  and now the hunters are sighting in their rifles for:

  antelope,

  deer,

  bear,

  elk

  and

  moose.

  I can hear them methodically banging away at

  imaginary targets that will soon be made real.

  October 14

  P. S.

  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.

  * * *

  Table of Contents

  CROWS AND MERCURY

  Postcard

  Loading Mercury With a Pitchfork

  It's Time to Train Yourself

  The Act of: Death Defying Affection

  Two Guys Get Out of a Car

  Punitive Ghosts Like Steam-Driven Tennis Courts

  Crow Maiden

  Information

  Are You the Lamb of Your Own Forgiving?

  Autobiography (Polish it Like a Piece of Silver

  Autobiography (When the Moon Shines Like a Dead Garage

  Autobiography (Good-Bye, Ultra Violet

  January 4 XXX 3

  Tey Are Really Having Fun

  We Meet. We Try. Nothing Happens, But

  Home Again Home Again Like a Turtle to His Balcony

  You Will Have Unreal Recollections of Me

  Finding is Losing Something Else

  Impasse

  Homage to Charles Atlas

  On Pure Sudden Days Like Innocence

  Curiously Young Like a Freshly-Dug Grave

  Right Beside the Morning Coffee

  Montana Inventory

  Oak

  Ben

  The Necessity of Appearing in Your Own Face

  For Fear You Will Be Alone

  Ware Horse

  Albert Einstein (or Upon First Reading That Light is Projecting Itself at 372,000 Miles per Second from Crab Nebula 5,000 Old-Fashioned Light-Years Away

  “Good Work,” He Said, And

  LOVE

  September 3 (The Dr. William Carlos Williams Mistake

  Lighthouse

  Everything Includes Us

  What Happened?

  I’ll Affect You Slowly

  Umbrellaing Herself Like a Poorly-Designed Angel

  Here is Something Beautiful (etc.

  As Mechanical as a Flight of Stairs

  We Were the Eleven O’Clock News

  At the Guess of a Simple Hello

  Sexual Accident

  Business

  Fuck Me Like Fried Potatoes

  Flowers For a Crow

  SECTION 3

  Have You Ever Been There?

  Atilla at the Gates of the Telephone Company

  The Amelia Earheart Pancake

  I Don’t Want to Know About It

  March 18, Resting in the Maytag Homage

  We Are in a Kitchen

  The Last Surprise

  Toward the Pleasures of a Reconstituted Crow

  A Moth in Tucson, Arizona

  Death Like a Needle

  Heroine of the Time Machine

  It Takes a Secret to Know a “Secret”

  Voluntary Quicksand

  GROUP PORTRAIT WITHOUT THE LIONS

  1. Maxine

  2. Robot

  3. Fred Bought a Pair of Ice Skates

  4. Calvin Listens to Starfish

  5. Liz Looks at Herself in the Mirror

  6. Doris

  7. Ginger

  8. Vicky Sleeps With De
ad People

  9. Betty Makes Wonderful Waffles

  10. Claudia / 1923–1970

  11. Walter

  12. Morgan

  13. Molly

  14. “Ah, Great Expectations!”

  GOOD LUCK, CAPTAIN MARTIN

  1. Good Luck, Captain Martin

  2. People are Constantly Making Entrances

  3. The Bottle

  4. Small Craft Warnings

  5. Famous Peple And Their Friends

  6. Carol The Waitress Remembers Still

  7. Put the Coffee On, Bubbles I'm Coming Home

  FIVE POEMS

  1 / The Curve of Forgotten Things

  2 / Fresh Paint

  3 / A Telescope, A Planetarium, A Firmament of Crows

  4 / The Shadow of Seven Years’ Bad Luck

  5 / Comet Telegram

  MONTANA / 1973

  Night

  Dive-Bombing the Lower Emotions

  Nine Crows: Two Out of Sequence

  Seconds

  Sorry About That

  Nothing is Being Taught in the Palace Today

  Big Dipper

  Early Spring Mud Puddle at an Off Angle

  A Penny Smooth as a Star

  The Kittens of August

  P. S.

 

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