Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
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Anand Thakur
Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
ANNE CARSONThey were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
ANNE CARSONThose nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
ANNE CARSONCould you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
ANNE CARSONLife pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
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 CARSONHe came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.
ANNE CARSONIt is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
ANNE CARSONTime isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
ANNE CARSONDesire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.
ANNE CARSONHere we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
ANNE CARSONI’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 CARSONConsider incompleteness as a verb.
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 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 CARSONWhen I desire you a part of me is gone.
ANNE CARSON