Raymond Carver
Raymond Carver
Raymond Clevie Carver, Jr.was an American short-story writer and poet. Carver contributed to the revitalization of the American short story in literature during the 1980s...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth25 May 1938
CityClatskanie, OR
CountryUnited States of America
teacher morning trying
That morning she pours Teacher's over my belly and licks it off. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window.
hurt mean firsts
Then I said something. I said, Suppose, just suppose, nothing had ever happened. Suppose this was for the first time. Just suppose. It doesn't hurt to suppose. Say none of the other had ever happened. You know what I mean? Then what? I said.
past night talking
Nights without beginning that had no end. Talking about a past as if it'd really happened. Telling themselves that this time next year, this time next year, things were going to be different.
world awful happens
This is awful. I don't know what's going to happen to me or to anyone else in the world.
art fierce pleasure
Art doesn't have to do anything. It just has to be there for the fierce pleasure we take in doing it.
different wells bottom
In short, everything about his life was different for him at the bottom of that well.
morning lying book
Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.
thinking honey watches
Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.
insight
What good are insights? They only make things worse.
body cigarette
I am a cigarette with a body attached to it
writing world very-good
Every great or even every very good writer makes the world over according to his own specifications.
writing expression talking
It's akin to style, what I'm talking about, but it isn't style alone. It is the writer's particular and unmistakable signature on everything he writes. It is his world and no other. This is one of the things that distinguishes one writer from another. Not talent. There's plenty of that around. But a writer who has some special way of looking at things and who gives artistic expression to that way of looking: that writer may be around for a time.
tears cold remember
But he stays by the window, remembering that life. They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everything else—the cold and where he'd go in it—was outside, for a while anyway.
talking ashamed feels
It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.