Poetry – poiesis means a thing made.
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Anand Thakur
Poetry – poiesis means a thing made.
ANNE CARSONUp against another human being one’s own procedures take on definition.
ANNE CARSONI do think I have an ability to record sensual and emotional facts and factoids, to construct a convincing surface of what life feels like, both physical life and emotional life.
ANNE CARSONLava bread makes you passionate.
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 CARSONSometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.
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 CARSONWe humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.
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 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 CARSONMaking is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you’ve made something, it’ll – the world will be different.
ANNE CARSONA refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.
ANNE CARSONWhy does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
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 CARSONMy religion makes no sense and does not help me therefore I pursue it.
ANNE CARSONEach night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
ANNE CARSON