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He stood against the wind and let it peel him clean.

Anne Carson

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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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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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 an ecstatic is asked the question, What is it that love dares the self to do? she will answer: Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
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A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.
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Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
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What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
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Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
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Dare Leaving Love Poverty
I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things.
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Philosophy – hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.
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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’ve come to understand that the best one can hope for as a human is to have a relationship with that emptiness where God would be if God were available, but God isn’t.
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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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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
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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Anand Thakur
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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Anand Thakur

He stood against the wind and let it peel him clean.

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