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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

He stood against the wind and let it peel him clean.
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Cleaning Himself Wind
Poetry – poiesis means a thing made.
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Creation Poetry
When I desire you a part of me is gone.
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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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Anand Thakur
Lava bread makes you passionate.
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Anand Thakur
Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you’ve made something, it’ll – the world will be different.
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Anand Thakur
Desire is no light thing.
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Anand Thakur
I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things.
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Anand Thakur
Simply do something else and return to it later to find the problem wasn’t a problem at all. Ruptures almost always lead to a stronger project.
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Anand Thakur
He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.
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Himself Known Oneself Try
Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
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Anand Thakur
I mean, every thought starts over, so every expression of a thought has to do the same. every accuracy has to be invented… I feel I am blundering in concepts too fine for me.
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Anand Thakur
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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Anand Thakur
Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
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Journey Necessary Time
Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
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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

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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