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 CARSONI am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things.
ANNE CARSONThe man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
ANNE CARSONPhilosophy – hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.
ANNE CARSONMaybe I could have been good as a drawer if I had done it as much as I did writing, but it’s more scary to draw. It’s more revealing. You can’t disguise yourself in drawing.
ANNE CARSONThere is no person without a world.
ANNE CARSONCaught between the tongue and the taste.
ANNE CARSONLove is a good place to situate our distrust of fake women.
ANNE CARSONWords bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
ANNE CARSONWhen I desire you a part of me is gone.
ANNE CARSONIf your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
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 CARSONThose nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
ANNE CARSONLava bread makes you passionate.
ANNE CARSONIt is for God to fix the time who knows no time.
ANNE CARSONUp against another human being one’s own procedures take on definition.
ANNE CARSON