March 2011
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Carver's epitaph
LATE FRAGMENT
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
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a relevant ending of a story
He and Anna Sergeevna loved each other like very close, dear people, like husband and wife, like tender friends; it seemed to them that fate itself had destined them for each other, and they could not understand why he had a wife and she a husband; and it was as if they were two birds of passage, a male and a female, who had been caught and forced to live in separate cages. They had forgiven...
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thanks, Hemingway,
for pounding everything conventional into the ground. The conversation that follows, taken from Hemingway’s short story “Soldier’s Home,” is so familiar to me:
”Have you decided what you are going to do yet, Harold?” his mother said, taking off her glasses.
”No,” said Krebs.
”Don’t you think it’s...
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what thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman
I had imagined him waving to me from a ferry in Brooklyn then quietly disappearing behind a coat of fog. Now I see him differently—a Santa Claus bearing candy canes to a ward full of amputated young boy soldiers.
Chris Adrian’s historical fiction piece “Every Night for a Thousand Years” (which can be accessed here:...
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“And joy suddenly stirred in his soul, and he even stopped for a moment to catch...”
– Chekhov’s The Student 