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
morning thinking greek
The Greek language seems different than other languages. I'm not the only person to think this. Usually, I come up with some kind of dopey metaphor for why it's different. But it seems, somehow, more original, more like being in the morning of language.
god would-be emptiness
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.
voice female use
Madness and witchery as well as bestiality are conditions commonly associated with the use of the female voice in public.
stronger rupture return
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.
reality yelling sound
Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
people together stories
It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
pain dark sweat
Now every mortal has pain and sweat is constant, but if there is anything dearer than being alive, it's dark to me. We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth-- we call it life. We know no other. The underworld's a blank and all the rest just fantasy.
tongue taste caught
Caught between the tongue and the taste.
running pain
Under the seams runs the pain.
epic audience
Homer must have felt this pressure to come up with an epic poem that would sound totally new to an audience that had loved his previous best-seller.
tea pages attractive
A page with a poem on it is less attractive than a page with a poem on it and some tea stains.
grief tragedy doe
Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
mother hurt government
[Short Talk on Sylvia Plath] Did you see her mother on television? She said plain, burned things. She said I thought it an excellent poem but it hurt me. She did not say jungle fear. She did not say jungle hatred wild jungle weeping chop it back chop it. She said self-government she said end of the road. She did not say humming in the middle of the air what you came for chop.
mean odyssey language
I was more worn out with the "Odyssey" than it was with the "Iliad." I mean, just comparing those two - you can see how it's changing, how the language of the "Iliad" is somehow monstrously new - and that language of the "Odyssey" is more comfortable, even for us.