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Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.

Anne Carson

Under the seams runs the pain.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
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Power Word Yourself
Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.
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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Anand Thakur
It takes practice to shave the skin off the light.
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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
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
A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.
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Anand Thakur
I never really got over the fun of making letters.
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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
He stood against the wind and let it peel him clean.
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Cleaning Himself Wind
They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
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Anand Thakur
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
If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
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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.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
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Anand Thakur

Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.

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