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
morning mistake lying
Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute. Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself entirely in the keep of this rainy morning. Would I live my life over again? Make the same unforgivable mistakes? Yes, given half a chance. Yes.
soul trying way
All of us, all of us, all of us trying to save our immortal souls, some ways seemingly more round about and mysterious than others. We are having a good time here. But hope all will be revealed soon.
writing judged
Writers will be judged by what they write.
imagination temptation littles
A great danger, or at least a great temptation, for many writers is to become too autobiographical in their approach to their fiction. A little autobiography and a lot of imagination are best.
complaining
Don’t complain, don’t explain.
goes-on
Get in, get out. Don't linger. Go on.
writing want poet
Anyone can express himself or herself, but what writers and poets want to do in their work, more than simply express themselves, is communicate.
symphony remember
Remember Haydn's 104 symphonies. Not all of them were great. But there were 104 of them.
responsibility writing stories
My circumstances of unrelieved responsibility and permanent distraction necessitated the short story form.
morning moving eye
That was in Crescent City, California, up near the Oregon border. I left soon after. But today I was thinking of that place, of Crescent City, and of how I was trying out a new life there with my wife, and how, in the barber's chair that morning, I had made up my mind to go. I was thinking today about the calm I felt when I closed my eyes and let the barber's fingers move through my hair, the sweetness of those fingers, the hair already starting to grow.
pie nervous
I am too nervous to eat pie.
this-life wanted
and did you get what you wanted from this life even so? i did.
writing has-beens been-in-love
You have to have been in love to write poetry.
ends always-learning
I'm always learning something. Learning never ends.