Friday, April 29, 2011


In thinking about my work and working, I went to my favorite authors work to find a bit of inspiration. Raymond Carver has a poem about work titled Work and am posting it here.

For John Gardner, D. September 14, 1982

Love of work. The blood singing
in that. The fine high rise
of it into the work. A man says,
I'm working. Or, I worked today.
Or, I'm trying to make it work.
Him working seven days a week.
And being awakened in the morning
by his young wife, his head on the typewriter.
The fullness before work.
The amazed understanding after.
Fastening his helmet.
Climbing onto his motorcycle
and thinking about home.
And work. Yes, work. The going
to what lasts.
-Raymond Carver

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