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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.

Anne Carson

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.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you’ve made something, it’ll – the world will be different.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
A page with a poem on it is less attractive than a page with a poem on it and some tea stains.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.
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Himself Known Oneself Try
When I desire you a part of me is gone.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Desire is no light thing.
ANNE CARSON

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

Anand Thakur
He stood against the wind and let it peel him clean.
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Cleaning Himself Wind
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
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 CARSON

Anand Thakur
Homer 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 CARSON

Anand Thakur
All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.
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Difficult Interval Poet
Love is a good place to situate our distrust of fake women.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Time isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
ANNE CARSON

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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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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