China and the West

Brautigan, Richard. Works.
Brautigan, Richard. The Galilee hitch-hiker. (San Francisco : White Rabbit Press, 1958).
"The Chinese
read the time
in the eyes
of cats,"
said Baudelaire
and went into
a jewelry store
on Market Street.

1964
Brautigan, Richard. A confederate general from Big Sur. (New York, N.Y. : Grove Press, 1964).
http://books.google.ch/books?hl=de&id=bHUI0jsPlXEC&q=chinese#v=snippet&q=chinese&f=false.
I started to think about Babylon as I neared Chinatown but was able to change the marquee in my mind just in time. I saw some Chinese kids playing in the street. I tried to figure out what kind of game they were playing… After the Chinese kids' game I thought about my detective friend to keep Babylon away…
"Maybe your next customer won't any", I said. "He might be a mustard hater. Can't stand stuff. Would sooner go to China"…
The house was owned by a very nice Chinese dentist, but it rained in the front hall…
Poor devil. I heard that it was his heart, but the way the Chinese described the business, it could have been his teeth…
A lot of Chinese were coming and going in the park. I watched them for a while. Interesting people. Very energetic.
This morning I saw a coyote walking through the sagebrush right at the very edge of the ocean – next stop China…
I had a few hours to kill before I had to meet my first client in over three months, so I's walked up from the morgue to Portsmouth Square on the edge of Chinatown and was sitting on a bench watching Chinese people come and go through the park…
It was then that I walked out of the shadows with the ax in my hand. I thought that they were both going to shit right there and ooze straight through to China…
Cameron stared at his fork. It lay beside a plate that had a delicate Chinese pattern on it…
"That's not East", Greer said. "Don't Chinamen come from China which is in the East ?" Cameron said.
They might be in China right now for all that I knew but if they did keep the appointment I had a gun to put a dent in any weird business they might try…

1967
Brautigan, Richard. Trout fishing in America. (New York, N.Y. : Dell, 1967).
http://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/richard-brautigan/part-3-of-trout-fishing-in-america/.
It looked down on the bookstore and had Chinese screens in front of it. The room contained a couch, a glass cabinet with Chinese things in it and a table and three chairs. There was a tiny bathroom fastened like a watch fob to the room. I was sitting on a stool in the bookstore one afternoon reading a book that was in the shape of a chalice.

1968
Brautigan, Richard. The Chinese checker players. In : Brautigan, Richard. The pill versus the Springhill mine disaster. (New York, N.Y. : Dell, 1968).
http://scrapbook.knock-twice.com/post/99260076/the-chinese-checker-players-when-i-was-six-years.
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
from ours.
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
and cheated.