Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. Might not, he wondered aloud, the ungloved handling of aliens who were ill infect the healthy? I imagine my grandmother, a girl in that Great Hall’s The squall sweeps gray-winged across the obliterated hills, And the startled lake seems to run before it; From the wood comes a clamor of leaves, Tugging at the twigs, Pouring from the branches, And suddenly the birds are still. Since when did keeping things to ourselveshelp us to better remember them? To restore what’s missing makes a scienceof equating like with like, or touchingsmall pebbles on a larger mental abacus.

We hitch a memory of order to ourselves: She sang beyond the genius of the sea.

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sculpture, a bird about three feet high painted red, white, and orange with big, round eyes, a pot belly, and long beak created by Brautigan's friend Stanley Fullerton as a satire of Brautigan's resemblance of a stork.

Fullerton gave the sculpture to Price Dunn who named it "Willard" and placed it on a shelf in his Pacific Grove, California, home.

was Richard Brautigan's sixth published novel and the second to parody a literary genre: sado-masochism in this case.

The novel, as all others by Brautigan, dealt with the isolation of people from each other.

The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry, That was not ours although we understood, Inhuman, of the veritable ocean. No more In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below.

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