I am kind of a curmudgeonly person, so I don’t gravitate to groups or traditions, which is probably just pretentious of me.
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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
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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I mean, every thought starts over, so every expression of a thought has to do the same. every accuracy has to be invented… I feel I am blundering in concepts too fine for me.
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It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
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Love is a good place to situate our distrust of fake women.
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We 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.
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Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
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You can never know enough, never work enough, never use the infinitives and participles oddly enough, never impede the movement harshly enough, never leave the mind quickly enough.
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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.
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Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
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Under the seams runs the pain.
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To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.
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I do think I have an ability to record sensual and emotional facts and factoids, to construct a convincing surface of what life feels like, both physical life and emotional life.
ANNE CARSON
Homer must have felt this pressure to come up with an epic poem that would sound totally new to an audience that had loved his previous best-seller.
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Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
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We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.
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