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The 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 Carson

We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.
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Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
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Philosophy – hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.
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It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
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What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
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Do you remember when they taught cursive in schools? I think they don’t anymore. But I still enjoy it – just the physical act and all the – the whole business of making a thing out of language.
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Caught between the tongue and the taste.
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Desire is no light thing.
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I never had much education in English poetry as such.
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Education Myself Poetry
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
Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
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Anand Thakur
All myth is an enriched pattern, a two-faced proposition, allowing its operator to say one thing and mean another, to lead a double life.
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Anand Thakur
Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
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Anand Thakur
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
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.
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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.
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Anand Thakur

The 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.

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The 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.

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