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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1909bbc | It stung God. They say his spinal cord ran straight out of the sun. | Anne Carson | ||
| 047157d | She ran from lamppost to lamppost, the wind slammed. Trotsky reviewed her in and an unofficial Communist Party resolution banned her poetry (1925). She didn't notice, didn't know what a Communist Party was in those days. Fog choked the city. Russia's great poets were all about 35 years ol Scraggly trees wandered by the canal in dim sun. | verse | Anne Carson | |
| 045cd78 | Kinds of water drown us. Kinds of water do not. | Anne Carson | ||
| c46f02d | Pilgrims were people in scientific exile. | Anne Carson | ||
| 5a790dc | Winter noon is on the rise. Weak suns yet alive are as virtue to suns of that other day. For the poor town dreams of surrender, mother never untender, | Anne Carson | ||
| 26dfd7a | What's here doesn't please you, | Anne Carson | ||
| 6220593 | Youth is a dream where I go every night and wake with just this little jumping bunch of arteries in my hand. | Anne Carson | ||
| e4a041c | When is a pilgrim like a photograph? When the blend of acids and sentiment is just right. | Anne Carson | ||
| 1f602bf | No I do not like blaming. Because for me it's enough if someone is other than bad--not too much out of hand, conscious at least of the justice that helps the city, a healthy man. No I shall not lay blame. Because fools are a species that never ends. | greek philosophy poetry translation | Simonides of Ceos | |
| 096119f | I am not a person who feels easy talking about blood or desire. I rarely used the word woman myself. But such things are the natural facts of what we are, I suppose we have to follow out these signs in the endless struggle against forgetting. The truth is, I lived out my adolescence mainly in default of my father's favor. But I perceived that I could trouble him less if I had no gender. | Anne Carson | ||
| 9b2cf1c | Kreon: here are Kreon's verbs for today Adjudicate Legislate Scandalize Capitalize here are Kreon's nouns Men Reason Treason Death Ship of State Mine Chorus: "mine" isn't a noun Kreon: it is if you capitalize it" | power | Anne Carson | |
| a7db12c | all the tall mad mountains of her mind | loss trauma | Anne Carson | |
| 5afdc03 | Your chances of getting hit by lightning go up if you stand under a tree, shake your fist at the sky, and say "Storms suck!" --Johnny carson" -- | Ann Brashares | ||
| 18039cb | His hair smelled fresh and earthy, as if he lived in the outdoors, but the room smelled of farts. I'll never understand how little boys can fart so much. It's like they store them up. | Jo-Ann Carson | ||
| f124597 | Your separateness could kill you unless I take it from you as a sickness. | Anne Carson | ||
| 6a3064f | A creator needs only one enthusiast to justify him. | Man Ray | ||
| 1b132ac | CHORUS Many are the shapes of things divine. Many are the unexpected acts of gods. What we imagined did not come to pass -- God found a way to be surprising. That's how this went. | poetry | Anne Carson | |
| 462c664 | I: Dreams give us more than we ask M: I'm not talking about dreams no one's dreams are of any use to anyone else I: Why M: They are merely experiments an experimental surface I: But surely that involves at least let's say an organizing effort M: Nothing takes place but the place I: Are you serious | Anne Carson | ||
| eeced15 | Oh look, here's Death at the gate! Punctual as ever. | poetry | Anne Carson | |
| a9cd5cf | But I had lived long enough to know that a woman needed to rely on herself, stand on her own two feet and fight her own battles. She has to design her own version of a happy ending. | Jo-Ann Carson | ||
| cc35972 | It was a dark and stormy night when the witch and the vampire met in the house of death. | Jo-Ann Carson | ||
| 568cf00 | In Renaissance painting every point in space is accounted for. Here is a point, Anna, discoursing with the phenomenologist from Wiesbaden and raising her eyes to heaven. Standing just outside their line of vision, I slide my eye to the left. Postmetaphysical myself, | Anne Carson | ||
| ced396c | e istoria sou arkhizei te stigme pou o Erotas eisballei mesa sou. Aute e eisbole einai o megaluteros kindunos tes zoes sou. To pos te kheirizesai einai deiktes tes poiotetas, tes sophias kai tes eugeneias pou ekheis mesa sou. Kathos te kheirizesai, erkhesai s' epaphe me ta osa krubeis mesa sou, m' enan tropo aiphnidio kai ekplektiko. Antilambanesai ti eisai, ti sou leipei, ti tha mporouses na eisai. | Anne Carson | ||
| 7cc8857 | As tree shapes from mist / Her young death / Loose / In you. | grief poetry | Anne Carson | |
| 822b7fb | You know who I am. You know my naked power. | Anne Carson | ||
| df1a0a4 | Perhaps because I have spent hours sermonizing to students about the sins of the passive voice--how it can obfuscate meaning, deaden vitality, and abandon the task of assigning agency or responsibility--I find the grammar of justice maddening. It's always "rendered," "served," or "done." It always swoops down from on high--from God, from the state--like a bolt of lightning, a flaming sword come to separate the righteous from the wicked in E.. | Maggie Nelson | ||
| 006e26d | When I came to Howard, Chancellor Williams's Destruction of Black Civilization was my Bible. | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| 3a53a46 | As a sweet apple turns red on a high branch, high on the highest branch and the applepickers forgot-- well, no they didn't forget--were not able to reach | Anne Carson | ||
| 9d2e123 | It is the edge separating my tongue from the taste for which it longs that teaches me what an edge is. | Anne Carson | ||
| 78d8a71 | Many terribly quiet customers exist but none more terribly quiet than Man his footsteps pass so perilously soft across the sea in marble winter up the stiff blue waves and every Tuesday down he grinds the unastonishable earth with horse and shatter shatters too the cheeks of birds and traps them in his forest headlights salty silvers roll into his net, he weaves it just for that, this terribly quiet customer he dooms | hamlet poetry sophocles translation | Sophocles Carson Anne | |
| d3821bf | I stopped watching. I forgot about Nudes. I lived my life, which felt like a switched-off TV. Something had gone through me and out and I could not own it. | Anne Carson | ||
| be801e3 | Unsociable even at home and unable to meet the eyes of strangers when she ventured out, Emily made her awkward way across days and years whose bareness appalls her biographers. | Anne Carson | ||
| eb88540 | I prayed and fasted. I read the mystics. I studied the martyrs. I began to think I was someone thirsting for God. | Anne Carson | ||
| 3953419 | stolen my reasoning mind" (Theognis 1271). Eros is expropriation. He robs the body of limbs, substance, integrity and leaves the lover, essentially, less. This" | Anne Carson | ||
| 6f37c73 | Love does not happen without loss of vital self. The lover is the loser. Or so he reckons. But his reckoning involves a | Anne Carson | ||
| 353b9a8 | Oral cultures and literate cultures do not think, perceive or fall in | Anne Carson | ||
| 6a4358f | Pass down an alley then turn a corner and there it is. Volcano in a wall. Do you see that, says Ancash. Beautiful, Herakles breathes out. He is looking at the men. I mean the fire, says Ancash. Herakles grins in the dark. Ancash watches the flames. We are amazing beings, Geryon is thinking. We are neighbors of fire. And now time is rushing towards them where they stand side by side with arms touching, immortality on their faces, night at th.. | Anne Carson | ||
| b403cf7 | There is something you should know. And the right way to know it is by a cherrying of your mind. | Anne Carson | ||
| 6d9152d | It is generally anger dreams that occupy my nights now. This is not uncommon after loss of love-- blue and black and red blasting the crater open. I am interested in anger. | breaking-up grief loss loss-of-love love | Anne Carson | |
| dc1b56c | not to believe, that is, in the story of his own life. Bold move. | Anne Carson | ||
| 1ea8f5c | MEGARA Wait for worse? You love the light so much? AMPHITRYON I do, I love its hopes. | Anne Carson | ||
| 399cca9 | he smashes the black car of his luck. | Anne Carson | ||
| e91dc13 | Tragedy is not concerned with human justice. Tragedy is the statement of an expiation, but not he miserable expiation of a codified breach of a local arrangement organized by the knaves for the fools. The tragic figure represents the expiation of the original sin, of the original and eternal sin of...having been born. | Anne Carson | ||
| c7f3a83 | Nothing is as it was before, after the screen has gone to black. Darkness lies on the soul. To use Beckett's phrase, "what cowers behind it begins to seep through." With her new shopping cart Hekabe, queen of Troy, will be prowling the aisled for dog biscuits." | Anne Carson |