Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
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Anand Thakur
Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
ANNE CARSONThe words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbols never perfectly match. Eros is in between.
ANNE CARSONTo live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.
ANNE CARSONIt takes practice to shave the skin off the light.
ANNE CARSONPhilosophy – hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.
ANNE CARSONGive me a world, you have taken the world I was.
ANNE CARSONHe was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.
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 CARSONPhilosophers say man forms himself in dialogue.
ANNE CARSONIf your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
ANNE CARSONYou can get used to eating breakfast with a man in a fedora. You can get used to anything, my mother was in the habit of saying.
ANNE CARSONDesire is no light thing.
ANNE CARSONI never had much education in English poetry as such.
ANNE CARSONHomer must have felt this pressure to come up with an epic poem that would sound totally new to an audience that had loved his previous best-seller.
ANNE CARSONTo be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.
ANNE CARSONThe self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.
ANNE CARSON