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We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.

Anne Carson

He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.
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Difficult Interval Poet
To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.
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Arrival Breathe Delight Hope Live Moments Run
I never had much education in English poetry as such.
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Education Myself Poetry
You doubt God? Well more to the point I credit God with the good sense to doubt me. What is mortality after all but divine doubt flashing over us? For an instant God suspends assent and poof! we disappear.
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Anand Thakur
If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
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Anand Thakur
Desire is no light thing.
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Anand Thakur
Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
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Anand Thakur
Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.
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Anand Thakur
Under the seams runs the pain.
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Anand Thakur
There is no person without a world.
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Anand Thakur
He stood against the wind and let it peel him clean.
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Cleaning Himself Wind
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.
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Anand Thakur
When I desire you a part of me is gone.
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Anand Thakur
You can get used to eating breakfast with a man in a fedora. You can get used to anything, my mother was in the habit of saying.
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Eat Habit Man Mom Talk Yourself
The self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.
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Behind Desire Edge Effort Form Leaving
The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbols never perfectly match. Eros is in between.
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Anand Thakur

We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.

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We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.

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