A page with a poem on it is less attractive than a page with a poem on it and some tea stains.
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Anand Thakur
A page with a poem on it is less attractive than a page with a poem on it and some tea stains.
ANNE CARSONOne of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.
ANNE CARSONWhat makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
ANNE CARSONYou remember too much,” my mother said to me recently. “Why hold onto all that?” And I said, “where can I put it down?
ANNE CARSONWe participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.
ANNE CARSONIt is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
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 CARSONEverything depends on liking the people and trusting the people. You have to assume that whatever they do will be as good as you want the thing to be and just go ahead with that.
ANNE CARSONUp against another human being one’s own procedures take on definition.
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 CARSONDo you remember when they taught cursive in schools? I think they don’t anymore. But I still enjoy it – just the physical act and all the – the whole business of making a thing out of language.
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 CARSONPoetry – poiesis means a thing made.
ANNE CARSONA refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.
ANNE CARSONI mean, every thought starts over, so every expression of a thought has to do the same. every accuracy has to be invented… I feel I am blundering in concepts too fine for me.
ANNE CARSONDesire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.
ANNE CARSON