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What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.

Anne Carson

Poetry – poiesis means a thing made.
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Creation Poetry
A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.
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Arrival Man Move Time Willing
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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Anand Thakur
Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
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Anand Thakur
Everything depends on liking the people and trusting the people. You have to assume that whatever they do will be as good as you want the thing to be and just go ahead with that.
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Anand Thakur
What is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.
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Accident Body Burn Fear Language
You can never know enough, never work enough, never use the infinitives and participles oddly enough, never impede the movement harshly enough, never leave the mind quickly enough.
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Anand Thakur
No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.
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Anand Thakur
Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
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Anand Thakur
When I desire you a part of me is gone.
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Anand Thakur
What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
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Anand Thakur
Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
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Anand Thakur
You 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.
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Anand Thakur
We 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.
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Anand Thakur
To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.
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Arrival Breathe Delight Hope Live Moments Run
Comfortable means gradually more and more flattened down, more and more blunt – less and less sharp and biting into you.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur

What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.

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