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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

Philosophy – hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
I never really got over the fun of making letters.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.
ANNE CARSON

Himself Known Oneself Try
Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
ANNE CARSON

Angry Existence Grief Tragedy Yourself
Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
ANNE CARSON

Death Man Theory Woman
Maybe I could have been good as a drawer if I had done it as much as I did writing, but it’s more scary to draw. It’s more revealing. You can’t disguise yourself in drawing.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
ANNE CARSON

Power Word Yourself
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
A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Comfortable means gradually more and more flattened down, more and more blunt – less and less sharp and biting into you.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
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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