Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
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Anand Thakur
Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
ANNE CARSONYou used to say. “Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.” Madness doubled is marriage I added when the caustic was cool, not intending to produce a golden rule.
ANNE CARSONLife pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
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 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 CARSONIt takes practice to shave the skin off the light.
ANNE CARSONMadness and witchery as well as bestiality are conditions commonly associated with the use of the female voice in public.
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 CARSONSimply do something else and return to it later to find the problem wasn’t a problem at all. Ruptures almost always lead to a stronger project.
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 CARSONThere is no person without a world.
ANNE CARSONReality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
ANNE CARSONLove dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
ANNE CARSONWhen I desire you a part of me is gone.
ANNE CARSONA man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.
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