They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
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Anand Thakur
They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
ANNE CARSONI never had much education in English poetry as such.
ANNE CARSONMyths 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 CARSONWhat is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.
ANNE CARSONAll myth is an enriched pattern, a two-faced proposition, allowing its operator to say one thing and mean another, to lead a double life.
ANNE CARSONExistence will not stop until it gets to beauty.
ANNE CARSONI am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things.
ANNE CARSONIt is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
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 CARSONDo 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.
ANNE CARSONUnder the seams runs the pain.
ANNE CARSONSometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.
ANNE CARSONCould you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
ANNE CARSONWe humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.
ANNE CARSONLife pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
ANNE CARSONHere we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
ANNE CARSON