Friday, August 21, 2009

The Carver Haiku


Is only
Fifteen fucking syllables

If you have never read Raymond Carver, your understanding of 20h century fiction remains unfinished.

It was a brief moment when literacy benevolently conjoined with brevity.
For the last time.
Before a brute, bumper-sticker darkness.
Ate America.

3 comments:

Rev.Paperboy said...

Carver is
what we talk about
when we talk about literature

Cirze said...

Sheesh,

Dg.

I already thought you were the best blogger ever.

And then you tout Ray.

OMG

S

I know Tess.

A lovely poet.

Caoimhin Laochdha said...

Can't believe it's been twenty years. That thought is not as wrist-slicingly depressing as his short stories, but it's depressing enough.

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