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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Anand Thakur
We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.
ANNE CARSONUnder the seams runs the pain.
ANNE CARSONThere is no person without a world.
ANNE CARSONAll human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.
ANNE CARSONWhat is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.
ANNE CARSONPhilosophy – hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.
ANNE CARSONMeanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
ANNE CARSONDesire is no light thing.
ANNE CARSONIt is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
ANNE CARSONMyths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.
ANNE CARSONTo live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.
ANNE CARSONThey were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
ANNE CARSONI never really got over the fun of making letters.
ANNE CARSONAll myth is an enriched pattern, a two-faced proposition, allowing its operator to say one thing and mean another, to lead a double life.
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 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 CARSON