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What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.

Anne Carson

What is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.
ANNE CARSON

Accident Body Burn Fear Language
They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
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.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Maybe I could have been good as a drawer if I had done it as much as I did writing, but it’s more scary to draw. It’s more revealing. You can’t disguise yourself in drawing.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
I never had much education in English poetry as such.
ANNE CARSON

Education Myself Poetry
The self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.
ANNE CARSON

Behind Desire Edge Effort Form Leaving
Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.
ANNE CARSON

Arrival Breathe Delight Hope Live Moments Run
We’re talking about the struggle to drag a thought over from the mush of the unconscious into some kind of grammar, syntax, human sense; every attempt means starting over with language. Starting over with accuracy.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
You remember too much,” my mother said to me recently. “Why hold onto all that?” And I said, “where can I put it down?
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
It is for God to fix the time who knows no time.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Poetry – poiesis means a thing made.
ANNE CARSON

Creation Poetry

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