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.
ANNE CARSONWe’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 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 CARSONWe 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 CARSONPoetry – poiesis means a thing made.
ANNE CARSONI never really got over the fun of making letters.
ANNE CARSONA page with a poem on it is less attractive than a page with a poem on it and some tea stains.
ANNE CARSONLove is a good place to situate our distrust of fake women.
ANNE CARSONTime isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
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 CARSONLava bread makes you passionate.
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 CARSONI am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things.
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 CARSONIt is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
ANNE CARSONGive me a world, you have taken the world I was.
ANNE CARSON