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Detail from The Garden Of Earthly Delights, Hieronymus Bosch, 1490 - 1510

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Detail from The Garden Of Earthly Delights, Hieronymus Bosch, 1490 - 1510

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Detail from The Garden Of Earthly Delights, Hieronymus Bosch

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Detail from The Garden Of Earthly Delights, Hieronymus Bosch

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Detail from Virgin and Child with Angels, Joos van Cleve, about 1525

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Detail from Virgin and Child with Angels, Joos van Cleve, about 1525

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Poet and short story writer Raymond Carver died in Port Angeles, Washington on this day in 1988 (aged 50). He is buried at Ocean View Cemetery in Port Angeles. The inscription on his tombstone reads:LATE FRAGMENTAnd did you get whatyou wanted from this life, even so?I did.And what did you want?To call myself beloved, to feel myselfbeloved on the earth.GRAVYNo other word will do. For that’s what it was.Gravy.Gravy, these past ten years.Alive, sober, working, loving, andbeing loved by a good woman. Eleven yearsago he was told he had six months to liveat the rate he was going. And he was goingnowhere but down. So he changed his wayssomehow. He quit drinking! And the rest?After that it was all gravy, every minuteof it, up to and including when he was told about,well, some things that were breaking down andbuilding up inside his head. “Don’t weep for me,”he said to his friends. “I’m a lucky man.I’ve had ten years longer than I or anyoneexpected. Pure Gravy. And don’t forget it.”Raymond Carver

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Poet and short story writer Raymond Carver died in Port Angeles, Washington on this day in 1988 (aged 50). He is buried at Ocean View Cemetery in Port Angeles. The inscription on his tombstone reads:

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.

GRAVY

No other word will do. For that’s what it was.
Gravy.
Gravy, these past ten years.
Alive, sober, working, loving, and
being loved by a good woman. Eleven years
ago he was told he had six months to live
at the rate he was going. And he was going
nowhere but down. So he changed his ways
somehow. He quit drinking! And the rest?
After that it was all gravy, every minute
of it, up to and including when he was told about,
well, some things that were breaking down and
building up inside his head. “Don’t weep for me,”
he said to his friends. “I’m a lucky man.
I’ve had ten years longer than I or anyone
expected. Pure Gravy. And don’t forget it.”

Raymond Carver

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