Anne Carson Quotes:

Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

source: - Anne Carson (1999). “Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse”, Vintage

Topics: Want

Under the seams runs the pain.

source: - Anne Carson (1998). “Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse”, Knopf

Topics: Running, 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.

Topics: Risk, Quality, Way, Eros, Decorum

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.

source: - Anne Carson (2014). “Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay”, p.109, Princeton University Press

Topics: Writing, Mean, Two

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.

Topics: Running, Dream, Rain, Dark Dreams

One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.

Topics: Pain, Quality, Principles

A page with a poem on it is less attractive than a page with a poem on it and some tea stains.

Topics: Tea, Pages, Attractive

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

source: - Anne Carson (2014). “Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay”, p.11, Princeton University Press

Topics: Running, Want, Bittersweet, Eros

When I desire you a part of me is gone...

source: - Anne Carson (2014). “Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay”, p.30, Princeton University Press

Topics: Desire, Gone

You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?

source: - Anne Carson (1995). “Glass, Irony, and God”, p.7, New Directions Publishing

Topics: Mother, Too Much, Remember

Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.

source: - Anne Carson (1999). “Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse”, Vintage

Topics: Reality, Yelling, Sound

It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.

Topics: People, Together, Stories

A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.

source: - Anne Carson (1999). “Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse”, Vintage

Topics: Time, Moving, Mean

Caught between the tongue and the taste.

Topics: Taste, Tongue, Caught

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

Topics: Grief, Tragedy, Doe

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.

Topics: People, Soul, Stories

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.

Topics: Thinking, Youth, Affair, Midway

Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.

Topics: Dream, Sweet, Cheer

To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.

source: - "Red Doc>". Book by Anne Carson, statement on a jacket copy, therumpus.net. 2013.

Topics: Past, Ends, Myth

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.

source: - "The Inscrutable Brilliance of Anne Carson". Interview with Sam Anderson, www.nytimes.com. March 14, 2013.

Topics: Struggle, Mean, Talking

Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.

Topics: Taken, Giving, World

Blessed be they whose lives do not taste of evilbut if some god shakes your houseruin arrivesruin does not leaveit comes tolling over the generationsit comes rolling the black night salt up from the ocean floorand all your thrashed coasts groan

Topics: Ocean, Blessed, Night

The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.

Topics: Men, Theory

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.

Topics: Names, Greek, Adjectives, Mechanism, Latches

I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things-

Topics: Gold, Earth, Matter

Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.

Topics: Song, Drama, Heart, Valve, Heart Opening

They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.

Topics: Eels, Two, Tanks

There is no person without a world.

source: - Anne Carson (1998). “Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse”, Knopf

Topics: World, Persons

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?

Topics: Liars, Lying, Mean, Operators, True Lies

Madness and witchery as well as ***** are conditions commonly associated with the use of the female voice in public.

Topics: Voice, Female, Use, Female Voice, Witchery

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.

Topics: Beautiful, Animal, Mad, Mad Person

M: Is he smart I: She yes very smart sees right through me M: In my day we valued blindness rather more

Topics: Smart, Blindness, Very Smart

Desire is no light thing.

Topics: Light, Desire

A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.

Topics: Population, Language, Hungry

Philosophers say man forms himself in dialogue.

Topics: Men, Philosopher, Form

Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.

Topics: Writing, Sadness, Night

You can get used to eating breakfast with a man in a fedora. You can get used to anything, my mother was in the habit of saying.

Topics: Mother, Men, Breakfast, Fedoras, Eating Breakfast

[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.

Topics: Mother, Hurt, Government, Humming, End Of The Road

Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.

Topics: Time, Made, Abstraction

Love is a good place to situate our distrust of fake women.

Topics: Love Is, Fake, Distrust

He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.

Topics: Gertrude, Poet, Difficult, Intervals

Prowling the meanings of a word, prowling the history of a person, no use expecting a flood of light. Human words have no main switch. But all those little kidnaps in the dark. And then the luminous, big, shivering, discandied, unrepentant, barking web of them that hangs in your mind when you turn back to the page you were trying to translate...

Topics: Dark, Light, Mind, Prowling

What would it be like to live in a library of melted books. With sentences streaming over the floor and all the punctuation settled to the bottom as a residue. It would be confusing. Unforgivable. A great adventure.

Topics: Book, Adventure, Confusing

DEATH . . . And now you are here to fight for this woman. You know her promise is given. She has to die or her husband won't go free. APOLLO Relax, I'm not breaking any laws. DEATH Why the bow, if you're breaking no laws? APOLLO I always carry a bow, it's my trademark.

Topics: Husband, Fighting, Law, Trademarks

Then a miracle occurred in the form of a plate of sandwiches. Geryon took three and buried his mouth in a delicious block of white bread filled with tomatoes and butter and salt. He thought about how delicious it was, how he liked slippery foods, how slipperiness can be of different kinds. I am a philosopher of sandwiches, he decided. Things good on the inside.

Topics: Block, White, Miracle, White Bread

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.

source: - Anne Carson (2014). “Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay”, p.30, Princeton University Press

Topics: Love, Pain, Moving, Love Poems, Desirability

Aristotle says that metaphor causes the mind to experience itself in the act of making a mistake.

Topics: Mistake, Mind, Causes

Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.

Topics: Lying, Night, Who I Am, Hectic

No one will ever make necessity not happen.

I never had much education in English poetry as such,

Topics: English Poetry

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.

Topics: Believe, Writing, Ideas

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.

Topics: Writing, Acceptance, Thinking, Infatuated

We participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.

Topics: World, Creation, Creation Of The World

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.

Topics: Mean, Two, Patterns

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.

Topics: Writing, Drawing, Scary

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.

Topics: Teacher, School, Years

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.

Topics: Mean, Expression, Starting Over

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.

Topics: Space, Want, Opinion

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.

Topics: Moving, Thinking, Long

The self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.

source: - Anne Carson (2014). “Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay”, p.39, Princeton University Press

Topics: Self, Effort, Desire

Up against another human being one's own procedures take on definition

Topics: Definitions, Procedures, Humans

All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.

Topics: Hate, Axes, Desire, Love And Hate

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.

Topics: Cutting, Orange, Quota

THE PRESOCRATIC PROBLEM [all snap flags] Parmenides named his gun The Hot Power of the Stars. His gun was one, uncreated, imperishable, timeless, changeless, perfect, spherical. Spherical was the problem.

Topics: Stars, Gun, Perfect

Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.

Topics: Mother, Ocean, Pity

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.

Topics: Real, Night, Venice

You used to say. "Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness." Madness doubled is marriage I added when the caustic was cool, not intending to produce a golden rule.

Topics: Desire, And Love, Golden, Caustic

he stood against the wind and let it peel him clean

Topics: Wind

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.

Topics: Winter, Eyelashes, Hands, First Snow

He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.

Topics: Trying, Fit

I emphasize the distinction between brackets and no brackets because it will affect your reading experience, if you will allow it. Brackets are exciting. Even though you are approaching Sappho in translation, that is no reason you should miss the drama of trying to read a papyrus torn in half or riddled with holes or smaller than a postage stamp--brackets imply a free space of imaginal adventure.

Topics: Drama, Reading, Adventure, Postage, Postage Stamps

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.

Topics: Pain, Dark, Sweat

You doubt God? Well more to the point I credit God with the good sense to doubt me. What is mortality after all but divine doubt flashing over us? For an instant God suspends assent and poof! we disappear.

Topics: Doubt, Credit, Divine, Doubt Me, Good Sense

Novels institutionalize the ruse of eros. It becomes a narrative texture of sustained incongruence, emotional and cognitive. It permits the reader to stand in triangular relation to the characters in the story and reach into the text after the objects of their desire, sharing their longing but also detached from it, seeing their view of reality but also its mistakenness. It is almost like being in love.

Topics: Character, Being In Love, Reality

I am kind of a curmudgeonly person, so I don't gravitate to groups or traditions, which is probably just pretentious of me.

Topics: Groups, Kind, Tradition

My religion makes no sense and does not help me therefore I pursue it.

Topics: Doe, Helping, Help Me

It is for God to fix the time who knows no time,

Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.

Topics: Journey, Sometimes

Men know almost nothing about desire, they think it has to do with sexual activity or can be discharged that way. But sex is a substitute, like money or language. Sometimes I just want to stop seeing.

Topics: Sex, Men, Thinking

What is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.

Topics: Burning, Body, Language

Consider incompleteness as a verb.

Topics: Verbs, Incompleteness

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.

Topics: Emotional, Thinking, Sensual, Emotional Life

We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth-- we call it life.

Topics: Life, Glitter, Earth

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.

Topics: God, Would Be, Emptiness

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.

Topics: Beauty, Running, Moving, Vertigo

You can never know enough, never work enough, never use the infinitives and participles oddly enough, never impede the movement harshly enough, never leave the mind quickly enough,

Topics: Mind, Use, Movement

It is when you are asking about something that you realize you yourself have survived it, and so you must carry it, or fashion it into a thing that carries itself,

Topics: Fashion, Asking, Realizing

A thinking mind is not swallowed up by what it comes to know. It reaches out to grasp something related to itself and to its present knowledge (and so knowable in some degree) but also separate from itself and from its present knowledge (not identical with these). In any act of thinking, the mind must reach across this space between known and unknown, linking one to the other but also keeping visible to difference. It is an erotic space.

Topics: Thinking, Space, Differences, Thinking Mind

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.

Topics: Thinking, Greek, Trying

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.

Topics: Facts, Different, Want, Personhood

Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.

Topics: Desire, And Love, Madness

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.

source: - "Decreation: Poetry, Essays, Opera". Book by Anne Carson, www.newyorker.com. 2005.

Topics: Self, Answers, Poverty, Love Dare

It takes practice to shave the skin off the light.

source: - Anne Carson (2009). “Men in the Off Hours”, p.53, Vintage

Topics: Light, Practice, Skins

Existence will not stop until it gets to beauty.

source: - Anne Carson (2009). “The Beauty of the Husband: A Fictional Essay in 29 Tangos”, p.43, Vintage

Topics: Existence

If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.

source: - Source: www.npr.org

Topics: Writing, Way, Life Is

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.

source: - Anne Carson (2014). “Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay”, p.30, Princeton University Press

Topics: Love You, Self, Issues, Between You And Me, Intervals

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.

source: - "An interview with Anne Carson and Robert Currie". Interview with Megan Berkobien, www.asymptotejournal.com.

Topics: Stronger, Rupture, Return

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.

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Topics: School, Thinking, Taught, Cursive, Remember When

Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.

Topics: Dream, Writing, Keys

No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.

source: - Source: www.npr.org

Topics: Tunnels, Light, Needs

What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.

source: - Anne Carson (1995). “Plainwater: essays and poetry”, Alfred A. Knopf

Topics: Wall, Moving, Simple

Poetry - poiesis means a thing made.

source: - "Anne Carson's Poetry Collection 'Float' In Unconventional Medium To Suit The Message". Interview with Scott Simon, kacu.org. October 22, 2016.

Topics: Mean, Made

Everything depends on liking the people and trusting the people. You have to assume that whatever they do will be as good as you want the thing to be and just go ahead with that.

source: - "An interview with Anne Carson and Robert Currie". Interview with Megan Berkobien, www.asymptotejournal.com.

Topics: People, Want, Assuming

Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you've made something, it'll - the world will be different.

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Topics: Hopeful, Different, World

At least half of your mind is always thinking, I'll be leaving; this won't last. It's a good Buddhist attitude. If I were a Buddhist, this would be a great help. As it is, I'm just sad.

Topics: Buddhist, Attitude, Thinking, Good Buddhist, Always Thinking

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.

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Topics: Mean, Two, Odyssey

Comfortable means gradually more and more flattened down, more and more blunt - less and less sharp and biting into you.

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Topics: Mean, Biting, Blunt

Lava bread makes you passionate.

source: - Anne Carson (1999). “Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse”, Vintage

Topics: Passionate, Lava, Bread

Philosophy - hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.

source: - "Anne Carson's Poetry Collection 'Float' In Unconventional Medium To Suit The Message". Interview with Scott Simon, listen.sdpb.org. October 22, 2016.

Topics: Philosophy, Giving, Hopeless

Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows - dear stench.

source: - Anne Carson (2009). “Men in the Off Hours”, p.95, Vintage

Topics: Dear, Binding

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.

source: - "Anne Carson's Poetry Collection 'Float' In Unconventional Medium To Suit The Message". Interview with Scott Simon, listen.sdpb.org. October 22, 2016.

Topics: Morning, Thinking, Greek

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.

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Topics: Epic, Sound, Pressure, Epic Poems

I never really got over the fun of making letters.

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Topics: Fun, Letters