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Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.

Anne Carson

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
When I desire you a part of me is gone.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Comfortable means gradually more and more flattened down, more and more blunt – less and less sharp and biting into you.
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
My religion makes no sense and does not help me therefore I pursue it.
ANNE CARSON

Help Myself Pursue Religion
All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
It takes practice to shave the skin off the light.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Love is a good place to situate our distrust of fake women.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
I am kind of a curmudgeonly person, so I don’t gravitate to groups or traditions, which is probably just pretentious of me.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
I’ve come to understand that the best one can hope for as a human is to have a relationship with that emptiness where God would be if God were available, but God isn’t.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
ANNE CARSON

Angry Existence Grief Tragedy Yourself
Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.
ANNE CARSON

Himself Known Oneself Try
Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur

Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.

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