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This node of the American Dust website (formerly Brautigan Bibliography and Archive) provides comprehensive information about Richard Brautigan's poetry collection Lay the Marble Tea. Published in 1959, this collection of twenty-four poems was Brautigan's second published poetry book. Publication and background information is provided, along with reviews, many with full text. Use the menu tabs below to learn more.
Publication information regarding Richard Brautigan's poetry collection Lay the Marble Tea.
First USA Edition
San Francisco, California: Carp Press
Limited Edition: 500 copies
8.5" x 5.5"; 16 pages; First Printing April-May 1959
White printed wrappers
Carp Press was a self-publishing venture by Brautigan and his wife, Virginia Dionne Alder. The publisher's address noted in the book, 461 Mississippi Street, San Francisco, California, was, in fact, their own.
Five hundred copies of the book were typeset and printed by Litho Art, owned by Roger Neiss, for a total cost of $94.25. Publication began in late April and the finished copies were delivered at the first of May 1959. Brautigan designed the book, arranged the poems, and oversaw the typography and other printing details.
San Francisco: Carp Press, 1960.
Front cover illustration by Kenn Davis showing Brautigan and Emily Dickinson, sitting on tombstones, enjoying tea. Brautigan, with his hand around a slender tree, was a conscious phallic reference, according to Davis (Hjortsberg 151).
The address for Carp Press, 461 Mississippi Street, was Brautigan's home address (Polk County Directory and Morgan, Bill. The Beat Generation in San Francisco: A Literary Tour. City Lights Books, 2003). Carp Press was a self-publishing venture by Brautigan and his wife, Virginia Dionne Alder.
Friend and artist Kenn Davis helped Brautigan draw the colophon, a line drawing of a carp. Michael McClure provides some background. "In the front of this book is the first sight of Richard's trademark—his teardrop-shaped trout drawing. The book is published by Carp Press. One of Richard's fish drawings is there and next to it are the words: The Carp" (Michael McClure 48).
Copies of Lay the Marble Tea were sold on consignment in the local bookstores, or peddled individually in the North Beach bars at seventy-five cents a copy.Close
First published in 1959, Lay the Marble Tea, a collection of twenty-four poems, was Richard Brautigan's first published collection of poetry; his third published poetry book. Where most of Brautigan's later poetry was written in the first person, this collection offered a variety of historical and literary narrators. These poems, as did most of his subsequent work, blurred the boundaries between poetry and prose. Nine of the poems in this book were collected and reprinted in The Pill versus The Springhill Mine Disaster.
In early March 1959, Brautigan, realizing the difficulty of getting his poetry accepted by publishers, decided, with his first wife, Virginia Dionne Alder, to publish, on their own, a book of poetry. They chose the name Carp Press because Brautigan admired the multiple meanings associated with the fish and the word. The title came from an Emily Dickinson quote. Davis also provided the artwork for the front cover.
Brautigan carefully selected and arranged the twenty-four poems in this collection so as to create a cycle where the first poem, "Portrait of the Id as Billy the Kid," is mentioned in the last poem, "The Twenty-Eight Cents for My Old Age," as a poem once read in a San Francisco bar. Brautigan included references to Hansel and Gretel, Moby Dick, John Donne, Harpo Marx, and Franz Kafka in various poems.Close
All twenty-four poems first published in this volume in the order listed below. The nine poems noted with an asterisk* were collected and reprinted in The Pill versus The Springhill Mine Disaster.
Portrait of the Id As Billy The Kid
Billy the kid
shot his first man
before he was born
and the man was born.
Billy the Kid
made love to his first woman
before he was born
and the woman was born.
"Billy the Kid": Nickname of William H. Bonney (1859-1881), American outlaw.
The sea is like
an old nature poet
who died of a
heart attack in a
His ghost still
haunts the urinals.
At night he can
be heard walking
in the dark.
The Chinese Checker Players*
When I was six years old
I played Chinese checkers
with a woman
who was ninety-three years old.
She lived by herself
in an apartment down the hall
We played Chinese checkers
every Monday and Thursday nights.
While we played she usually talked
about her husband
who had been dead for seventy years
and we drank tea and ate cookies
Poems Here and Now. Edited by David Kherdian. Greenwillow Books, 1976, pp. 13, 17.
Includes two poems by Brautigan: "The Chinese Checker Players" and "The Horse That Had a Flat Tire." LEARN more.
The Ways of the Poem. Edited by Josephine Miles. Prentice Hall, 1972, pp. 376-377.
Portrait of a Child-Bride on Her Honeymoon
in her eyes
a rocking horse.
And her vagina
is an Easter
Hansel and Gretel
I have always wanted to write a poem about Hansel
and Gretel going through the forest, leaving behind
them pieces of apple pie to form sort of a bridge between
dream and reality, and being followed by those gentle
birds that embrace both illusions like violins eating
pieces of apple pie.
Digging the April ground with a shovel
that looked like Harpo Marx, I cut a woman in two,
and one half crawled toward the infinitesimal,
and the other half crawled toward the eternal.
"Harpo Marx": The silent member of the Marx Brothers comedy act.
The Ferris Wheel
The world was opening
its insane asylums
ike a forgetful old man
buttoning up his pants
instead of unbuttoning them.
Are you going to go
to the toilet
in your pants,
The rain was a dark Ferris wheel
bringing us closer
to Baudelaire and General Motors.
We were famous
and we kicked
I went to the castle to see the queen.
She was in the garden burning flowers.
"I see you are here on time as always,"
she said, striking a match to an orchid.
The petals caught on fire and burned
like the clothes of an angel.
I took out a knife and cut off my finger.
"These flowers," she said smiling,
"don't they burn with a beautiful light?"
A glass of lemonade
travels across this world
like the eye of the cyclops.
If a child doesn't drink
"like the eye of the cyclops": See Homer's Odyssey, book 9.
Seven Watermelon Suns: Selected Poems of Richard Brautigan. University of California at Santa Cruz, 1974.
Limited Edition of 10 copies
Printed by The Crowell Press
Seven works by Brautigan, each printed as a separate 6" x 8.5" broadside with embossed color etchings by Ellen Meske. Contents included
A passage from In Watermelon Sugar (pp. 38-39)
"The Fever Monument"
"The Nature Poem"
"The Galilee Hitch-Hiker"
The Escape of the Owl
The carpenter built a prison ladder, working hard
all night long, he built that ladder from owl-smelling
cedar, but he made a mistake, he had an extra rung
left over, and it flew away.
In a Cafe*
I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread
as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking
at the photograph of a dead lover.
A First Reader of Contemporary American Poetry. Edited by Patrick Gleason. Merrill, 1969, pp. 23-26.
Includes eight poems by Brautigan: "In a Cafe," "The Wheel," "The Sidney Greenstreet Blues," "The Fever Monument," "Horse Race," "Our Beautiful West Coast Thing," and "The Pomegranate Circus," and "General Custer Versus the Titanic."
Postcard Poems. Edited by Paul B. Janeczko. Bradbury Press, 1979, p. 46.
I am looking
at wooden crosses
un them anymore,
a dozen crosses
Herman Melville in Dreams, Moby Dick in Reality
In reality Moby Dick
was a Christ-like goldfish
that swam through the aquarium
saving the souls of snails,
and Captain Ahab
was a religious Siamese cat
that helped old ladies
start their automobiles.
"Herman Melville; Moby Dick": See Moby Dick, the 1851 novel by American writer Herman Melville (1819-1891).
With the rain falling
surgically against the roof,
I ate a dish of ice cream
that looked like Kafka's hat.
It was a dish of ice cream
tasting like an operating table
with the patient staring
up at the ceiling.
"Kafka": Franz Kafka (1883-1924), Austrian fiction writer.
Yes, the Fish Music*
A trout-colored wind blows
through my eyes, through my fingers,
and I remember how the trout
used to hide from the dinosaurs
when they came to drink at the river.
The trout hid in subways, castles
and automobiles. They waited patiently
for the dinosaurs to go away.
The snow on the cow.
The cow has no shadow.
The cow has turned
The Castle of the Cormorants*
under his arm
She was still
wet from drowning.
She looked like
a white flower
that had been
left in the
rain too long.
I love you,
and I love
"The Castle of the Cormorants": See William Shakespeare's Hamlet (1601).
Feel Free to Marry Emily Dickinson
Yesterday my wife divorced me in Brazil,
and the rain highway saw my youth have a flat tire,
leaving me free to marry Emily Dickinson.
O what profound love we will make together,
our gentle hands moving like gravestones,
and our coming will be like a funeral procession.
"Emily Dickinson": American poet (1830-1886).
"funeral procession": Perhaps an allusion to one of Dickinson's most anthologized poems, #280 ("I felt a Funeral, in my Brain").
Big Venus. Edited by Nick Kimberly. Big Venus, 1969, p. 1.
Only two issues of this poetry magazine were issued. Also featured work by Clayton Eshelman, Claude Pelieu, Goerge Dowden, and others. Published in London, 102 Southhampton Row.
We lay in that bed one sunny evening after making love
and decided to name our first girl Cat, we were going
to name her Cat, but now we have departed forever from our
love-making, and we will not have a little girl, nor any
children at all, and I am doomed to become the poet
in your dreams who falls continually like the evening rain.
A Childhood Spent in Tacoma
If a door
on its side,
you could be
of a submarine.
If a door
There are no postage stamps that send letters
back to England three centuries ago,
no postage stamps that make letters
travel back until the grave hasn't been dug yet,
and John Donne stands looking out the window,
it is just beginning to rain this April morning,
and the birds are falling into the trees
like chess pieces into an unplayed game,
and John Donne sees the postman coming up the street,
the postman walks very carefully because his cane
is made of glass.
"John Donne": English poet (1573-1631).
Earth, Air, Fire, and Water: A Collection of Over 125 Poems. Edited by Frances Monson McCullough. Coward, McCann, and Geoghegan, 1971, pp. 27, 130, 142.
Included three poems by Brautigan: "To England," "The Pill versus The Springhill Mine Disaster," and "The Day They Busted the Grateful Dead."
Shake the Kaleidoscope: A New Anthology of Modern Poetry. Edited by Milton Klonsky. Simon & Schuster, 1973, pp. 274-276.
Included six poems by Brautigan: "To England," "November 3," "A Mid-February Sky Dance," "Mating Saliva," "Romeo and Juliet," and "As the Bruises Fade, the Lightning Aches."
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
We took him
to the carnival
and he started
when he saw
the Ferris wheel.
green and red tears
his furry cheeks.
like a boat
out on the dark
"Listening to Richard Brautigan." Harvest Records.
On one track of this album, titled "The Pill versus The Springhill Mine Disaster," Brautigan reads sixteen poems collected in The Pill versus The Springhill Mine Disaster, including this one. LISTEN to Brautigan read these poems.
The Twenty-Eight Cents for My Old Age
I gave a poetry reading at a bar in San Francisco,
people sat around and drank beer while I read a poem
called Portrait of the Id as Billy the Kid,
when the reading was over I got paid twelve and a half
dollars, but twenty-eight cents was deducted for my old age,
and I walked home alone.
Bokinsky, Caroline J. "Richard Brautigan." Dictionary of Literary Biography. Vol. 5: American Poets Since World War II. Edited by Donald J. Greiner. Gale Research Company, 1980, pp. 96-99.
Critical comments on The Return of the Rivers, The Galilee Hitch-Hiker, Lay the Marble Tea, The Octopus Frontier, All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace, The Pill versus The Springhill Mine Disaster, Rommel Drives on Deep into Egypt, Loading Mercury with a Pitchfork, and June 30th, June 30th. Also provides some biographical and bibliographical information. Says with Lay the Marble Tea, "Brautigan's exploration of language extends to similes and metaphors with humorous twists as suggested by such titles as "Feel Free to Marry Emily Dickinson" or "Twenty Eight Cents for My Old Age." His experiments with the simile include strange analogies in which "a dish of ice cream" looks "like Kafka's hat" . . . Brautigan's imaginative reconstructions of reality also include such recollections of his youth as "The Chinese Checkers Players" and "A Childhood Spent in Tacoma." READ this review.
Frumkin, Gene. "A Step toward Perception." Coastlines, no. 13, Autumn 1959, p. 45.
A brief review, noting the crispness of the book as a whole, even while the individual poems lack rationality. Says the book speaks to the potential evolution of Brautigan's poetic method. READ this review.