Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
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Anand Thakur
Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
ANNE CARSONMaybe I could have been good as a drawer if I had done it as much as I did writing, but it’s more scary to draw. It’s more revealing. You can’t disguise yourself in drawing.
ANNE CARSONUnder the seams runs the pain.
ANNE CARSONAll human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.
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 CARSONThe man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
ANNE CARSONPoetry – poiesis means a thing made.
ANNE CARSONOne of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.
ANNE CARSONIt is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
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’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 CARSONWhat is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.
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 CARSONI never had much education in English poetry as such.
ANNE CARSONWe humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.
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 CARSON