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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

You remember too much,” my mother said to me recently. “Why hold onto all that?” And I said, “where can I put it down?
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Anand Thakur
Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
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Anand Thakur
I never had much education in English poetry as such.
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Education Myself Poetry
I am kind of a curmudgeonly person, so I don’t gravitate to groups or traditions, which is probably just pretentious of me.
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Anand Thakur
Desire is no light thing.
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Anand Thakur
What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
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Anand Thakur
Comfortable means gradually more and more flattened down, more and more blunt – less and less sharp and biting into you.
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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 self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.
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Behind Desire Edge Effort Form Leaving
Up against another human being one’s own procedures take on definition.
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Anand Thakur
Poetry – poiesis means a thing made.
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Creation Poetry
I do think I have an ability to record sensual and emotional facts and factoids, to construct a convincing surface of what life feels like, both physical life and emotional life.
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Anand Thakur
Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
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Angry Existence Grief Tragedy Yourself
It takes practice to shave the skin off the light.
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Anand Thakur
Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
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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
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
Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.
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Anand Thakur
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
Aristotle says that metaphor causes the mind to experience itself in the act of making a mistake.
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Anand Thakur
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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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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Anand Thakur
Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
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Journey Necessary Time
Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.
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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
A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.
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Arrival Man Move Time Willing
Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
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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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