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.
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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 CARSONWords bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
ANNE CARSONTime isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
ANNE CARSONHe came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.
ANNE CARSONHere we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
ANNE CARSONIf your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
ANNE CARSONA man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.
ANNE CARSONSometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.
ANNE CARSONI mean, every thought starts over, so every expression of a thought has to do the same. every accuracy has to be invented… I feel I am blundering in concepts too fine for me.
ANNE CARSONOne of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.
ANNE CARSONComfortable means gradually more and more flattened down, more and more blunt – less and less sharp and biting into you.
ANNE CARSONYou can never know enough, never work enough, never use the infinitives and participles oddly enough, never impede the movement harshly enough, never leave the mind quickly enough.
ANNE CARSONI never really got over the fun of making letters.
ANNE CARSONCould you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
ANNE CARSONWhy does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
ANNE CARSONThe man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
ANNE CARSON