A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.
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Anand Thakur
A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.
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Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
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You 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.
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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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Aristotle says that metaphor causes the mind to experience itself in the act of making a mistake.
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When an ecstatic is asked the question, What is it that love dares the self to do? she will answer: Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
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At 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.
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Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
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Do 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.
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Under the seams runs the pain.
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If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
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I’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.
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Poetry – poiesis means a thing made.
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It is for God to fix the time who knows no time.
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Myths 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.
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You can get used to eating breakfast with a man in a fedora. You can get used to anything, my mother was in the habit of saying.
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