You can never know enough, never work enough, never use the infinitives and participles oddly enough, never impede the movement harshly enough, never leave the mind quickly enough.
ANNE CARSONLove dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
More Anne Carson Quotes
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A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.
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Up against another human being one’s own procedures take on definition.
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Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
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Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.
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Poetry – poiesis means a thing made.
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The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
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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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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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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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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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Time isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
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We 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.
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No one will ever make necessity not happen.
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Aristotle says that metaphor causes the mind to experience itself in the act of making a mistake.
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He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.
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