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We’re talking about the struggle to drag a thought over from the mush of the unconscious into some kind of grammar, syntax, human sense; every attempt means starting over with language. Starting over with accuracy.

Anne Carson

A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.
ANNE CARSON

Arrival Man Move Time Willing
You remember too much,” my mother said to me recently. “Why hold onto all that?” And I said, “where can I put it down?
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
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.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
ANNE CARSON

Death Man Theory Woman
It is for God to fix the time who knows no time.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.
ANNE CARSON

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

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

Creation Poetry
It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Lava bread makes you passionate.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.
ANNE CARSON

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.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur

We’re talking about the struggle to drag a thought over from the mush of the unconscious into some kind of grammar, syntax, human sense; every attempt means starting over with language. Starting over with accuracy.

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We’re talking about the struggle to drag a thought over from the mush of the unconscious into some kind of grammar, syntax, human sense; every attempt means starting over with language. Starting over with accuracy.

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