Anne Carson
I started to learn Greek when I was in high school, the last year of high school, by accident, because my teacher knew Greek and she offered to teach me on the lunch hour, so we did it in an informal way, and then I did it at university, and that was the main thing of my life.Collection: Teacher
There are different gradations of personhood in different poems. Some of them seem far away from me and some up close, and the up-close ones generally don't say what I want them to say. And that's true of the persona in the poem who's lamenting this as a fact of a certain stage of life. But it's also true of me as me.
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.
I am kind of a curmudgeonly person, so I don't gravitate to groups or traditions, which is probably just pretentious of me.
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.
I do think I have an ability to record sensual and emotional facts and factoids, to construct a convincing surface of what life feels like, both physical life and emotional life.
Maybe I could have been good as a drawer if I had done it as much as I did writing, but it's more scary to draw. It's more revealing. You can't disguise yourself in drawing.
We participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.
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.
I don't know that we really think any thoughts; we think connections between thoughts. That's where the mind moves, that's what's new, and the thoughts themselves have probably been there in my head or lots of other people's heads for a long time.
There is something about the way that Greek poets, say Aeschylus, use metaphor that really attracts me. I don't think I can imitate it, but there's a density to it that I think I'm always trying to push towards in English.
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.
I do think that something of the effect I have on people is to put everything on an edge where they're both infatuated with a kind of charmingness happening in the person or in the writing, and also flatly terrified by a revelation or acceptance of revelation that's almost happening, never quite totally happening.
I never had much education in English poetry as such.
Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.Collection: Want
To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.Collection: Running
One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.Collection: Pain
As Sokrates tells it, your story begins the moment Eros enters you. That incursion is the biggest risk of your life. How you handle it is an index of the quality, wisdom, and decorum of the things inside you. As you handle it you come into contact with what is inside you, in a sudden and startling way. You perceive what you are, what you lack, what you could be.Collection: Risk
Existence will not stop until it gets to beauty.Collection: Existence
If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.Collection: Writing
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 symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.Collection: Writing
To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.Collection: Past
You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?Collection: Mother
Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.Collection: Grief
Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.Collection: Dream
Simply do something else and return to it later to find the problem wasn't a problem at all. Ruptures almost always lead to a stronger project.Collection: Stronger
Eros is an issue of boundaries. He exists because certain boundaries do. In the interval between reach and grasp, between glance and counterglance, between ‘I love you’ and ‘I love you too,’ the absent presence of desire comes alive. But the boundaries of time and glance and I love you are only aftershocks of the main, inevitable boundary that creates Eros: the boundary of flesh and self between you and me. And it is only, suddenly, at the moment when I would dissolve that boundary, I realize I never can.Collection: Love You
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.Collection: People
Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.Collection: Reality
Pleasure and pain at once register upon the lover, inasmuch as the desirability of the love object derives, in part, from its lack. To whom is it lacking? To the lover. If we follow the trajectory of eros we consistently find it tracing out this same route: it moves out from the lover toward the beloved, then ricochets back to the lover himself and the hole in him, unnoticed before. Who is the subject of most love poems? Not the beloved. It is that hole.Collection: Love
The self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.Collection: Self
Do you remember when they taught cursive in schools? I think they don't anymore. But I still enjoy it - just the physical act and all the - the whole business of making a thing out of language.Collection: School
There is no person without a world.Collection: World
What is a quote? A quote (cognate with quota) is a cut, a section, a slice of someone's orange. You suck the slice, toss the rind, skate away.Collection: Cutting
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.Collection: Self
When I desire you a part of me is gone.Collection: Desire
Under the seams runs the pain.Collection: Running
Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.Collection: Dream
Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.Collection: Taken
Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.Collection: Time
A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.Collection: Time
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.Collection: God
Beauty spins and the mind moves. To catch beauty would be to understand how that impertinent stability in vertigo is possible. But no, delight need not reach so far. To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.Collection: Beauty
What is an adjective? Nouns name the world. Verbs activate the names. Adjectives come from somewhere else. The word adjective (epitheton in Greek) is itself an adjective meaning 'placed on top', 'added', 'appended', 'foreign'. Adjectives seem fairly innocent additions, but look again. These small imported mechanisms are in charge of attaching everything in the world to its place in particularity. They are the latches of being.Collection: Somewhere Else
No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.Collection: Tunnels
It takes practice to shave the skin off the light.Collection: Light
Caught between the tongue and the taste.Collection: Taste
What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.Collection: Wall
I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things-Collection: Gold