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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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.
ANNE CARSONThe self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.
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 CARSONPhilosophers say man forms himself in dialogue.
ANNE CARSONExistence will not stop until it gets to beauty.
ANNE CARSONThose nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
ANNE CARSONCaught between the tongue and the taste.
ANNE CARSONMaybe 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 CARSONA man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.
ANNE CARSONTo be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.
ANNE CARSONIt is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
ANNE CARSONA page with a poem on it is less attractive than a page with a poem on it and some tea stains.
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 CARSONOne of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.
ANNE CARSONWhen I desire you a part of me is gone.
ANNE CARSONWhen an ecstatic is asked the question, What is it that love dares the self to do? she will answer: Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
ANNE CARSON