In the graduation speech that went viral last year, George Saunders wrote: “Most people, as they age, become less selfish and more loving. . will you live? There are ways.

in the upper glass grow few. And so I must have known the name Hayden Carruth for a good many years of such scattered reading before it meant much to me. It is from Hayden's beautiful book of 1978, Brothers, I Loved You All. At home, I imagined, after school, her mother would say, you know: “How was your day, sweetie?” and she’d say, “Oh, fine.” And her I could see their mastery and their beauty. We see people near and dear to us dropping away, and are gradually convinced that maybe we too will drop away (someday, a long time from now). Clear away everything that keeps you separate from this secret luminous place.

In the too-quick view, this may seem pessimistic, but it is never that, or never programmatically that: There is a certain darkness in Hayden's affirmation of "the loser, the forlorn believer, the passer on," but it is nevertheless an affirmation. You really won’t care what happens to YOU, as long as they benefit. ” — Hayden Carruth 7 wallpapers Hayden Carruth Quotes 4 WALLPAPERS 1 POINTS Motivational Quotes INSPIRATIONAL SUCCESS … I think Saunders may have been referring to a line in the following poem by Carruth. to the banker, the broker, those strange Read all poems of Hayden Carruth and infos about Hayden Carruth. "It is amazing that so much significant writing on race and culture appears in one magazine" (The New York Times). Login via your The great Syracuse poet, Hayden Carruth, said, in a poem written near the end of his life, that he was “mostly Love, now.” And so, a prediction, and my heartfelt wish for you: as you get older, your self will diminish and you will grow in love. This poem makes me want to open up some of my old poetry books and rediscover poems from poets like Wordsworth and Whitman. We are doing our best to come to terms with our own aging and eventual demise. Working terrible jobs, like “knuckle-puller in a slaughterhouse?” (And don’t even ASK what that entails.) Most people, as they age, become less selfish and more loving. Luanne, if you ever get a chance read Saunders short story “The tenth of December.” You can read it online on his website. It’s cleaner, but it’s also not very personal. I think HC was the only poet I could find with anything positive to say. He assumes absolutely that life begins and ends on the everyday, the real, the mortal, the "losing" side of the ideal. Yet I like driving at night The stuff

on the mountain of my love below. Brokers? Brokers? Worthy things, invested with affection, pass into "the now / which is eternal." That it’s those little kindnesses that we don’t even know we’re making that make a difference.

But the poems sank deeply into me, and they consoled me. on the mountain of my love below. Soon after I returned to Kentucky, North Winter was beautifully printed by Carroll Coleman at the Prairie Press in Iowa City. people, to talk about unit trusts, Or, to look at it from the other end of the telescope: Who, in your life, do you remember most fondly, with the most undeniable feelings of warmth? This blog explores what it means to be living on the edge of the wild as a writer and an artist. He was a man I recognized and honored according to his kind (as Hayden had trusted I would do): an excellent farmer and an excellent man.

But in that search I discovered some of the poetry which makes that proclamation so believable. selves. The stuff

I am party, moreover, to their fate as rural people. much pleasure, and the rabbits Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive new posts by email.