They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
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Anand Thakur
They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
ANNE CARSONOne of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.
ANNE CARSONSometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.
ANNE CARSONMadness and witchery as well as bestiality are conditions commonly associated with the use of the female voice in public.
ANNE CARSONI’ve come to understand that the best one can hope for as a human is to have a relationship with that emptiness where God would be if God were available, but God isn’t.
ANNE CARSONThose nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
ANNE CARSONEverything 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.
ANNE CARSONIt 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.
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 CARSONThere is no person without a world.
ANNE CARSONTo live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.
ANNE CARSONWe’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 CARSONGive me a world, you have taken the world I was.
ANNE CARSONWe humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.
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 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 CARSON