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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.

Anne Carson

What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
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Anand Thakur
You remember too much,” my mother said to me recently. “Why hold onto all that?” And I said, “where can I put it down?
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Anand Thakur
Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.
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Anand Thakur
I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things.
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Anand Thakur
Caught between the tongue and the taste.
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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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Arrival Man Move Time Willing
No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.
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Anand Thakur
Consider incompleteness as a verb.
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Incomplete One Liner Verb
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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Anand Thakur
There is no person without a world.
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Anand Thakur
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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Anand Thakur
It 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.
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Anand Thakur
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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Anand Thakur
Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
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Anand Thakur
Desire is no light thing.
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Anand Thakur
Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
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Anand Thakur

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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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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