Quotes from Anne Carson

Campaign Against Akhmatova Begins (1922) She ran from lamppost to lamppost, the wind slammed. Trotsky reviewed her in Pravda: One reads with dismay... 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.

They saw her moving quietly back there like a metaphysician in a novel

Oh sweetie, he says. He is using his inside voice, his most inside voice. The distance between that voice and the fight voice measures your whole world.

Pilgrims were people in scientific exile.

I only feel clean he says suddenly when I wake up with you. The seduction of force is from below.

Everything is a naked thought that strikes.

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, mother gallant and gay.

Poetry in general doesn't do anything, there are just individual poems. Some of them I don't get, some of them seem banal, some of them change my life. So there you go. It's bound to be a spectrum, it's the same with bagels.

A foghorn sounding through fog makes the fog seem to be everything.

What's it like to wear an eternal Olympian overall held up by the burning straps of mortal shortfall?

Proust Sonras? denen çöle bir kez ad?m at?nca, bu türden listeler yapmak bulabileceÄŸiniz en büyük eÄŸlenceler aras?nda.

I like to think that, the more I stand out of the way, the more Sappho shows through. This is an amiable fantasy (transparency of self) within which most translators labor. If light appears, 'not ruining the eyes (as Sappho says) but strengthening, nourishing and watering,' - Aelius Aristides Orations we undo a bit of cloth.

It seems that she knew and loved women as deeply as she did music. Can we leave that matter there? As Gertrude Stein says: 'She ought to be a very happy woman. Now we are able to recognize a photograph. We are able to get what we want.' -Marry Nettie, Gertrude Stein Writings (1903-1932)

I'm someone who didn't die when I should have died.

Youth is a dream where I go every night and wake with just this little jumping bunch of arteries     in my hand.

and there it was one of those moments that is the opposite of blindness. The world poured back and forth between their eyes once or twice.

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

Outside the dark pink air was already hot and alive with cries.

New Ending. All over the world the beautiful red breezes went on blowing hand in hand.

Soul is the place, stretched like a surface of millstone grit between body and mind, where such necessity grinds itself out.

Es un secreto a voces, entre los peregrinos y otros teóricos de esta vida viajera, que te vuelves adicto al horizonte

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.

XIII. HERAKLES' KILLING CLUB Little red dog did not see it he felt it All events carry but one

Rape is the story of Helen, Persephone, Norma Jeane, Troy. War is the context and God is a boy.