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

Anne Carson

What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Under the seams runs the pain.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
We’re talking about the struggle to drag a thought over from the mush of the unconscious into some kind of grammar, syntax, human sense; every attempt means starting over with language. Starting over with accuracy.
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Anand Thakur
It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
ANNE CARSON

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

Anand Thakur
Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you’ve made something, it’ll – the world will be different.
ANNE CARSON

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.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
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Journey Necessary Time
Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
ANNE CARSON

Dare Leaving Love Poverty
At least half of your mind is always thinking, I’ll be leaving; this won’t last. It’s a good Buddhist attitude. If I were a Buddhist, this would be a great help. As it is, I’m just sad.
ANNE CARSON

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

Anand Thakur
Poetry – poiesis means a thing made.
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Creation Poetry
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
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.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
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
The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
ANNE CARSON

Death Man Theory Woman

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

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