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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

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.
ANNE CARSON

Arrival Breathe Delight Hope Live Moments Run
Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.
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Anand Thakur
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.
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Anand Thakur
Up against another human being one’s own procedures take on definition.
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Anand Thakur
You remember too much,” my mother said to me recently. “Why hold onto all that?” And I said, “where can I put it down?
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Anand Thakur
Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
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Anand Thakur
At least half of your mind is always thinking, I’ll be leaving; this won’t last. It’s a good Buddhist attitude. If I were a Buddhist, this would be a great help. As it is, I’m just sad.
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Anand Thakur
Philosophy – hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.
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Anand Thakur
We participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.
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Anand Thakur
Desire is no light thing.
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Anand Thakur
All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.
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Anand Thakur
Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you’ve made something, it’ll – the world will be different.
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Anand Thakur
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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Anand Thakur
Under the seams runs the pain.
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Anand Thakur
Poetry – poiesis means a thing made.
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Creation Poetry
Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
ANNE CARSON

Dare Leaving Love Poverty

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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