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Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.

Anne Carson

It takes practice to shave the skin off the light.
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
I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
ANNE CARSON

Angry Existence Grief Tragedy Yourself
It is when you are asking about something that you realize you yourself have survived it, and so you must carry it, or fashion it into a thing that carries itself.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Desire is no light thing.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows – dear stench.
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.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
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.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Under the seams runs the pain.
ANNE CARSON

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.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
I’ve come to understand that the best one can hope for as a human is to have a relationship with that emptiness where God would be if God were available, but God isn’t.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
The self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.
ANNE CARSON

Behind Desire Edge Effort Form Leaving
Poetry – poiesis means a thing made.
ANNE CARSON

Creation Poetry
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

Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.

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