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
past ends myth
To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.
body burning language
What is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.
writing
If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
time moving mean
A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.
groups kind tradition
I am kind of a curmudgeonly person, so I don't gravitate to groups or traditions, which is probably just pretentious of me.
beautiful animal mad
The beloved's innocence brutalizes the lover. As the singing of a mad person behind you on the train enrages you, its beautiful animal-like teeth shining amid black planes of paint. As Helen enrages history. Senza uscita.
mean
Poetry - poiesis means a thing made.
running dream rain
When they made love Geryon liked to touch in slow succession each of the bones of Herakles' back as it arched away from him into who knows what dark dream of its own, running both hands all the way down from the base of the neck to the end of the spine which he can cause to shiver like a root in the rain.
struggle mean talking
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.
doe helping help-me
My religion makes no sense and does not help me therefore I pursue it.
hopeful world different
Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you've made something, it'll - the world will be different.
thinking youth affair
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.
dream writing keys
Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.
song drama heart
Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.