Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you’ve made something, it’ll – the world will be different.
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Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you’ve made something, it’ll – the world will be different.
ANNE CARSONWords bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
ANNE CARSONTime isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
ANNE CARSONWe 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 CARSONHe came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.
ANNE CARSONLove dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
ANNE CARSONA refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.
ANNE CARSONI 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 CARSONIt 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 CARSONConsider incompleteness as a verb.
ANNE CARSONReality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
ANNE CARSONI never had much education in English poetry as such.
ANNE CARSONYou 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 CARSONThe 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 CARSONWhen I desire you a part of me is gone.
ANNE CARSONWhy does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
ANNE CARSON