What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
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Anand Thakur
What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
ANNE CARSONSometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
ANNE CARSONHomer must have felt this pressure to come up with an epic poem that would sound totally new to an audience that had loved his previous best-seller.
ANNE CARSONEach night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
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 CARSONMy religion makes no sense and does not help me therefore I pursue it.
ANNE CARSONThe man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
ANNE CARSONPhilosophers say man forms himself in dialogue.
ANNE CARSONMyths 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 CARSONCaught between the tongue and the taste.
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 CARSONDo 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 CARSONGive me a world, you have taken the world I was.
ANNE CARSONThe 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.
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 CARSONMeanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
ANNE CARSON