a gift from me to you (trout fishing)

[KaneKungFu123]

Trout Fishing in October

I left the place and walked down to the different street corner. How beautiful the field looked and the creek that came pouring down in a waterfall off the hill.

But as I got closer to the creek I could see that something was wrong. The creek did not act right. There was a strangeness to it. There was a thing about its motion that was wrong. Finally I got close enough to see what the trouble was.

The waterfall was just a flight of white wooden stairs leading up to a house in the trees.

I stood there for a long time, looking up and looking down, following the stairs with my eyes, having trouble believing.

Then I knocked on my creek and heard the sound of wood.

I ended up by being my own trout and eating the slice of bread myself.

The Reply of Trout Fishing in America:

There was nothing I could do. I couldn't change a flight of stairs into a creek. The boy walked back to where he came from. The same thing once happened to me. I remember mistaking an old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and I had to beg her pardon.

"Excuse me," I said. "I thought you were a trout stream."

"I'm not," she said...

The above passage is from Richard Brautigan's 1967 novel, Trout Fishing in America.

[Voltron87]

after i read the first line i just thought "wow, this guy really likes ray zee"

[SpearsBritney]

That was beautiful. See how much happier we would all be if every post were like this?

[Danenania]

Nice. I have read "The Abortion" and liked it. This also seems good.

[jakethebake]

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The above passage is from Richard Brautigan's 1967 novel, Trout Fishing in America.

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I haven't read that in years. Thanks for the reminder to re-read it.

[DavidC]

nh

[KaneKungFu123]

happy birth day

[jakethebake]

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happy birth day

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Thanks, man. [img]/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img]

[klagett]

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Trout Fishing in October

I left the place and walked down to the different street corner. How beautiful the field looked and the creek that came pouring down in a waterfall off the hill.

But as I got closer to the creek I could see that something was wrong. The creek did not act right. There was a strangeness to it. There was a thing about its motion that was wrong. Finally I got close enough to see what the trouble was.

The waterfall was just a flight of white wooden stairs leading up to a house in the trees.

I stood there for a long time, looking up and looking down, following the stairs with my eyes, having trouble believing.

Then I knocked on my creek and heard the sound of wood.

I ended up by being my own trout and eating the slice of bread myself.

The Reply of Trout Fishing in America:

There was nothing I could do. I couldn't change a flight of stairs into a creek. The boy walked back to where he came from. The same thing once happened to me. I remember mistaking an old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and I had to beg her pardon.

"Excuse me," I said. "I thought you were a trout stream."

"I'm not," she said...

The above passage is from Richard Brautigan's 1967 novel, Trout Fishing in America.

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Jesus you guys are over the top. This doesn't mean anything. People who praise it are attempting to find something to feel superior to others in. Anyone who finds meaning in it is a pretentious dipshit.

I'm not saying it's bad. I like it. But it's meaningless.

Now you aforementioned dipshits say, "You just don't understand," and go back to your open-mic poetry reading at the coffeehouse.

[mosch]

Wrong on every street.