We are only midway through the central verse of our youth when we see ourselves begin to blacken. … We had been seduced into thinking that we were immortal and suddenly the affair is over.
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We are only midway through the central verse of our youth when we see ourselves begin to blacken. … We had been seduced into thinking that we were immortal and suddenly the affair is over.
ANNE CARSONYou 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.
ANNE CARSONTo live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.
ANNE CARSONYou remember too much,” my mother said to me recently. “Why hold onto all that?” And I said, “where can I put it down?
ANNE CARSONMeanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
ANNE CARSONThe self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.
ANNE CARSONLife pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
ANNE CARSONComfortable means gradually more and more flattened down, more and more blunt – less and less sharp and biting into you.
ANNE CARSONI am kind of a curmudgeonly person, so I don’t gravitate to groups or traditions, which is probably just pretentious of me.
ANNE CARSONExistence will not stop until it gets to beauty.
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 CARSONWhat makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
ANNE CARSONYou used to say. “Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.” Madness doubled is marriage I added when the caustic was cool, not intending to produce a golden rule.
ANNE CARSONReality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
ANNE CARSONConsider incompleteness as a verb.
ANNE CARSONSometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.
ANNE CARSON