When 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.
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Anand Thakur
When 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 CARSONEach night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
ANNE CARSONI 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 CARSONWe humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.
ANNE CARSONYou 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.
ANNE CARSONThere is no person without a world.
ANNE CARSONThe man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
ANNE CARSONI never really got over the fun of making letters.
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 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 CARSONThose nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
ANNE CARSONUnder the seams runs the pain.
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 CARSONLove is a good place to situate our distrust of fake women.
ANNE CARSONGive me a world, you have taken the world I was.
ANNE CARSONCould you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
ANNE CARSON