Comment 3 of 3, added on April 24th, 2012 at 12:40 AM.
It is a very tricky quteoisn. I think once you decide to become a writer,
you are always condemned to be a writer, no matter what your output is. For
the simple reason that you tend to think and look at everything from the
perspective of a writer, be it tragic events in your life or comic
incidents, whatever. There is no respite from this mask of being writer and
over time this mask becomes your face. There could be various reasons for
one not putting down to paper his mental thoughts. Call it permanent
procrastination or your inhibition but it does happen.But I would emphasize
here that whoever wants to be introduced as a writer has to at least write
something. May be he or she does not write regularly, but he has to create
something to be eligible for this status. This is my humble opinion. tks
from Antigua and Barbuda
Comment 2 of 3, added on April 17th, 2008 at 9:28 PM.
this is clearly about a troubled boy who has yet to become a man but is
faced with the all the responsibilities of being a man. maybe even more
responsibilities than most of us will ever face. he has already turned to
pot to escape the storm mentioned at the end (which is not the rain by the
way) and is now pondering killing himself to escape it. it is perhaps the
one of the most depressing poems i've ever read.
from United States
Comment 1 of 3, added on August 27th, 2004 at 1:43 AM.
The racing of thoughts when accompanied by solitude. This may be all that
we ever experience during such times. These descriptions are beautifully
amplified through the direct and honest approach of R. Carver.
adrienne m. hribko