Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
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Anand Thakur
Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
ANNE CARSONGive me a world, you have taken the world I was.
ANNE CARSONAt least half of your mind is always thinking, I’ll be leaving; this won’t last. It’s a good Buddhist attitude. If I were a Buddhist, this would be a great help. As it is, I’m just sad.
ANNE CARSONAristotle says that metaphor causes the mind to experience itself in the act of making a mistake.
ANNE CARSONAll human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.
ANNE CARSONLife pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
ANNE CARSONIt is when you are asking about something that you realize you yourself have survived it, and so you must carry it, or fashion it into a thing that carries itself.
ANNE CARSONIf your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
ANNE CARSONReality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
ANNE CARSONDesire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.
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 CARSONWords bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
ANNE CARSONNo one will ever make necessity not happen.
ANNE CARSONDesire is no light thing.
ANNE CARSONI never had much education in English poetry as such.
ANNE CARSONConsider incompleteness as a verb.
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