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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

There is no person without a world.
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Love is a good place to situate our distrust of fake women.
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He stood against the wind and let it peel him clean.
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Cleaning Himself Wind
Time isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
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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
All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.
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Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
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A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.
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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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We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.
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It is for God to fix the time who knows no time.
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The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
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Death Man Theory Woman
Under the seams runs the pain.
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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
To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.
ANNE CARSON

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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

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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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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