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Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.

Anne Carson

The self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.
ANNE CARSON

Behind Desire Edge Effort Form Leaving
I don’t read reviews and I don’t know what to do with opinions, so I just lose them. They take up space, they become a process of manufacturing a persona, which I want to avoid.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Simply do something else and return to it later to find the problem wasn’t a problem at all. Ruptures almost always lead to a stronger project.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
It is for God to fix the time who knows no time.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
ANNE CARSON

Angry Existence Grief Tragedy Yourself
It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
ANNE CARSON

Journey Necessary Time
We participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Consider incompleteness as a verb.
ANNE CARSON

Incomplete One Liner Verb
Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Do you remember when they taught cursive in schools? I think they don’t anymore. But I still enjoy it – just the physical act and all the – the whole business of making a thing out of language.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur

Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.

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