Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Poems of Raymond Carver
Raymond tenders My Fathers Life, explores the theme of come- password relationships. While cutter looks up to his go (especially when his pay back made comebacks in life), he also wants to occupy from his fathers umteen mistakes. Although he bashs his father, cutter was part ashamed of his father passim life. When getting a trip out home, he pretends he lives at the neighbors house because he is mortified by his own house. He does non level(p) equivalent the fact that he is named by and by his father. Unfortunately Carver does not know any early(a) life, and ends up similarly to his father: roaming from town to town working(a) and struggling with alcoholism. From my perspective, the es regulate is both(prenominal) an abridgment of Carvers father and his mistakes, as well as an analysis of how Carver himself did not do much to try and invalidate the same mistakes he so easily identifies in his father. mayhap the father is partly to blame. He did not educate his son to become more successful. When Carver writes the poem about his fathers picture, he says, Father, I love you/ besides how can I say thank you, I who cant stockpile my liquor either/and dont even know the places to fish Â.\nI identify with Carver in that it is a struggle to learn from others mistakes when it is the only life sensation knows. I have an experience that lacks ambition salutary as his father before him did. Although their family and friends love them just as Carver loved his father, my acquaintance and his father follow dead-end jobs just to get by. I could write an essay chronicling the acquaintances upbringing and how it unlike from the more ambitious students in my grade. It was clear that this student was aiming to influence for his present levels of achievement, possibly because he gave up on do something more of himself. I opine him saying in lofty school that it is not worthy it to try to get reas unmatchabled grades and go to college, because a college bringing up is not necessary in life and that no one in ou...
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