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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.

Anne Carson

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
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
Do 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 CARSON

Anand Thakur
Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
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Dare Leaving Love Poverty
All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
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
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
Aristotle says that metaphor causes the mind to experience itself in the act of making a mistake.
ANNE CARSON

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

Anand Thakur
We participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.
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
To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
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Death Man Theory Woman
Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Desire is no light thing.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Poetry – poiesis means a thing made.
ANNE CARSON

Creation Poetry

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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