Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
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Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
ANNE CARSONWhen 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.
ANNE CARSONHe came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.
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 CARSONHe stood against the wind and let it peel him clean.
ANNE CARSONThey were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
ANNE CARSONEach night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
ANNE CARSONWe are only midway through the central verse of our youth when we see ourselves begin to blacken. … We had been seduced into thinking that we were immortal and suddenly the affair is over.
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 CARSONLava bread makes you passionate.
ANNE CARSONIt is when you are asking about something that you realize you yourself have survived it, and so you must carry it, or fashion it into a thing that carries itself.
ANNE CARSONLove is a good place to situate our distrust of fake women.
ANNE CARSONPhilosophy – hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.
ANNE CARSONThose nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
ANNE CARSONHe was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.
ANNE CARSONWhat makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
ANNE CARSON