Anne Carson
Anne Carson
Anne Carsonis a Canadian poet, essayist, translator and professor of Classics. Carson lived in Montreal for several years and taught at McGill University, the University of Michigan, and at Princeton University from 1980-1987. She was a 1998 Guggenheim Fellow. and in 2000 she was awarded a MacArthur Fellowship. She has also won a Lannan Literary Award...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth21 June 1950
CountryCanada
happens
No one will ever make necessity not happen.
lying night who-i-am
Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
liars lying mean
All myth is an enriched pattern, a two-faced proposition, allowing its operator to say one thing and mean another, to lead a double life. Hence the notion found early in ancient thought that all poets are liars. And from the true lies of poetry trickled out a question. What really connects words and things?
philosophy giving hopeless
Philosophy - hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.
world creation creation-of-the-world
We participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.
gertrude poet difficult
He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.
real night next-day
That night we made love "the real way" which we had not yet attempted although married six months. Big mystery. No one knew where to put their leg and to this day I'm not sure we got it right. He seemed happy. You're like Venice he said beautifully. Early next day I wrote a short talk ("On Defloration") which he stole and had published in a small quarterly magazine. Overall this was a characteristic interaction between us. Or should I say ideal. Neither of us had ever seen Venice.
winter eyelashes hands
Small, red, and upright he waited, gripping his new bookbag tight in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other, while the first snows of winter floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and silenced all trace of the world.
desire and-love madness
Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.
wall moving simple
What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
eels two tanks
They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
dream sweet cheer
Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
fear-of-death
No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.
taken giving world
Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.