Kevin Powers
Kevin Powers
Kevin Powersis an American fiction writer, poet, and Iraq War veteran...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth11 July 1980
CountryUnited States of America
risk world drowning
To understand the world, one’s place in it, is to be always at the risk of drowning.
pain details different
All pain is the same. Only the details are different.
liars world
The world makes liars of us all.
memories powerful school
Noises and smells, those can bring back powerful memories. I remember when I was going to school one Fourth of July, and there were a lot of fireworks going off. I knew that I was in Richmond. I knew that I was a college student. But I thought people were shooting at me.
spiritual military taken
Joining the military is not to be taken lightly. You're putting every part of yourself at risk, not just your body but your moral and spiritual centre.
watches looks news
I understand that it's incredibly difficult to watch what's happening on the news every day and not become inured to it. I've fallen victim to that myself, wanting to look away.
writing thinking trying
I know that the writers I read and admire all have an influence on my work, but trying to determine to what degree any particular piece of input changes the way I think about writing seems counterproductive.
writing secret aspiration
Writing was always an aspiration, but I'd kept it a secret even from myself.
giving-up fighting looks
I wanted something that I could look back on and say, yes, you were fighting too, you burned to be alive, and whatever failure or accident of nature caused you to be killed could be explained by something other than the fact that I'd missed your giving up.
writing stories writing-poems
I've been writing poems and stories since I was about 13.
writing
I'm always most interested in writing about things that I don't understand.
war yellow bird
I understood that 'The Yellow Birds' would be a peculiar representation of the experience of being at war. I intended it to be so.
life stars liars
I knew that at least a few of the stars I saw were probably gone already, collapsed into nothing. I felt like I was looking at a lie. But I didn't mind. The world makes liars of us all.
doe remember depends
But I remember being told that the truth does not depend on being believed.