When I began to be published, people got the idea that I should ‘teach writing,’ which I have no idea how to do and don’t really believe in.
ANNE CARSONWhy does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
More Anne Carson Quotes
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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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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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Up against another human being one’s own procedures take on definition.
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Philosophy – hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.
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Homer must have felt this pressure to come up with an epic poem that would sound totally new to an audience that had loved his previous best-seller.
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He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.
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The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
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Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.
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I don’t read reviews and I don’t know what to do with opinions, so I just lose them. They take up space, they become a process of manufacturing a persona, which I want to avoid.
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It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
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I mean, every thought starts over, so every expression of a thought has to do the same. every accuracy has to be invented… I feel I am blundering in concepts too fine for me.
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Poetry – poiesis means a thing made.
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Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
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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.
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When I desire you a part of me is gone.
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