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Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.

Anne Carson

I 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

Anand Thakur
I am kind of a curmudgeonly person, so I don’t gravitate to groups or traditions, which is probably just pretentious of me.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
ANNE CARSON

Journey Necessary Time
He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.
ANNE CARSON

Himself Known Oneself Try
No one will ever make necessity not happen.
ANNE CARSON

Necessary Need
Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
My religion makes no sense and does not help me therefore I pursue it.
ANNE CARSON

Help Myself Pursue Religion
I don’t read reviews and I don’t know what to do with opinions, so I just lose them. They take up space, they become a process of manufacturing a persona, which I want to avoid.
ANNE CARSON

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.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
I never had much education in English poetry as such.
ANNE CARSON

Education Myself Poetry
Lava bread makes you passionate.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Time isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Desire is no light thing.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Simply 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 CARSON

Anand Thakur
It takes practice to shave the skin off the light.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur

Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.

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