anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 15/02/2025To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope. 1369
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 02/02/2025Eros […] acts out of a love of paradox, that is as he folds the beloved object out of sight into a mystery, into a blind point where it can float known and unknown, actual and possible, near and far, desired and drawing you on. 0219
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 31/01/2025I want you to be free. Don’t want to be free want to be with you. 0275
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 30/01/2025Not touching but joined in astonishment as two cuts lie parallel in the same flesh. 0288
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 02/01/2025God had the book of life open at PLEASURE and was holding the pages down in one hand because of the wind from the door. For I made their flesh as a sieve wrote God at the top of the page and then listed in order: Alcohol Blood Gratitude Memory Semen Song Tears Time. 0229
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 24/12/2024Love dares the self to leave itself behind [to enter into poverty 0181
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 14/10/2024the word 'mute' is regarded by linguists as an onomatopoeic formation referring not to silence but to a certain fundamental opacity of human being, which likes to show the truth by allowing to be seen hiding. 0247
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 10/10/2024How does distance look? is a simple direct question. It extends from a spaceless within to the edge of what can be loved. 0197
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 09/10/2024O amor é como ficar louco. A gente pensa que vai morrer, mas não, a gente tem que suportar tudo, queimar até a alma e continuar vivendo. O amor é morrer e renascer a cada instante, é se transformar, é nunca mais voltar a ser o mesmo. 1338
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 08/10/2024When you are in love the greatest certainty is felt about the beloved as necessary complement to you. Your powers of imagination calling up possibilities from beyond the actual. All at once a self never known before, which now strikes you as the true one, is coming into focus. 0204
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 07/10/2024Desire, then, is neither inhabitant nor ally of the desirer. Foreign to her will, it forces itself irresistibly upon her from without. 1183
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 06/10/2024The moment when the soul parts on itself in desire is conceived as a dilemma of body and senses. 0111
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 05/10/2024Something paradoxical arrests the lover. Arrest occurs at a point of inconcinnity between the actual and the possible, a blind point where the reality of what we are disappears into the possibility of what we could be if we were other than we are. But we are not. 0141
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 05/10/2024He looked out at the world, the most famous experimental prison of its time. Beyond the torture stakes he could see, nothing. Yet he could see. 072
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 05/10/2024I want to know who you are. People talk about a voice calling in the wilderness. All through the Old Testament a voice, which is not the voice of God but which knows what is on God’s mind, is crying out. While I am waiting, you could do me a favour. Who are you? 093
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 04/10/2024Is it true you think about sex every day? 0194
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 04/10/2024The beginning is not fictive. It cannot be placed in the control of a writer or reader. We should note that the Greek verb ‘to read’ is anagignōskein, a compound of the verb ‘to know’ (gignōskein) and the prefix ana, meaning ‘again.’ If you are reading, you are not at the beginning. 020
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 04/10/2024As lover you reach forward to a point in time called ‘then’ when you will bite into the long-desired apple. Meanwhile you are aware that as soon as ‘then’ supervenes upon ‘now,’ the bittersweet moment, which is your desire, will be gone. You cannot want that, and yet you do. 0265
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 04/10/2024The suffering of love does not arise out of any action, but only from the cogitation of the mind upon what it sees does that suffering issue. 0134
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 04/10/2024To desire and be desired, what could be simpler? A woman cannot tell a simple story. 05013
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 03/10/2024As syntax, it impressed us as something of a subterfuge: properly a noun, eros acts everywhere like a verb. Its action is to reach, and the reach of desire involves every lover in an activity of the imagination. 0133
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 03/10/2024On the surface of it, the lover wants the beloved. This, of course, is not really the case. Union would be annihilating. What the lover needs is to be able to face the beloved and yet not be destroyed. 02211
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 02/10/2024Lovers float in that “pure portion of anxiety,” the present indicative of desire. They are astonished when they fall in love, they are equally astonished when they fall out of love. 04812
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 02/10/2024The lover helplessly admits that it feels both good and bad to be mixed up, but is then driven back upon the question ‘Once I have been mixed up in this way, who am I?’ Desire changes the lover. The change gives him a glimpse of a self he never knew before. 0185
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 02/10/2024Across this space a spark of eros moves in the lover’s mind to activate delight. Delight is a movement (kinēsis) of the soul, in Aristotle’s definition (Rh. 1.1369b19). No difference: no movement. No Eros. 0226
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 02/10/2024A gift has both economic and spiritual content, is personal and reciprocal, and depends on a relationship that endures over time. Money is an abstraction that passes one way and impersonally between people whose relationship stops with the transfer of cash. 091
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 01/10/2024Letters are the mechanism of erotic paradox, at once connective and separative, painful and sweet. […] Letters project the ideal on a screen of the actual. From within letters, Eros acts. 25315
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 01/10/2024God’s gift is simply random […] God’s choice can be seen emergingfrom the dark side of reason. 071
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 01/10/2024To create pleasure and pain at once is the novelist’s aim. 0143
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 30/09/2024If I could kill him then make another man exactly like him, I would do it joyfully! 03913
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 30/09/2024A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive. 0113
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 29/09/2024Father, brother, lover, true friends, hungry ghosts and God, one by one all took themselves out of my hands. 0103
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 29/09/2024The self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind. 0132
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 29/09/2024How curious. I had no idea! Today has ended. 0184
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 28/09/2024When an individual appreciates that he alone is responsible for the content and coherence of his person, an influx like eros becomes a concrete personal threat. 0194
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 28/09/2024Beauty makes me hopeless. I don’t care why anymore I just want to get away. When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead-calm sea. 0277
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 28/09/2024I think most writers live half lives. You’re half in your life and half in your head, going on with what you’ve been writing. 1719
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 28/09/2024I don’t think anybody ever knows what another person means when they speak, frankly. It’s more than translation, it’s just throwing yourself into the dark. Language is so very, very personal, private. Weird. 09829
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 27/09/2024Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief. 0429
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 27/09/2024It would be sweet to have a friend to tell things to at night, without the terrible sex price to pay. This is a childish idea, I know. 0234
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 27/09/2024Give me a world, you have taken the world I was. 05110
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 27/09/2024A primary characteristic of pain is its demand for an explanation. 07223
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 27/09/2024Rape is the story of Helen, Persephone, Norma Jeane, Troy. War is the context and God is a boy. 0333
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 26/09/2024A person who did not find sexual intercourse human would be far from being a pleasant being. 060
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 26/09/2024Sappho begins with a sweet apple and ends in infinite hunger. 0417
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 26/09/2024When 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. 03910
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 26/09/2024I don't want to be a person. I want to be unbearable. 011947
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 26/09/2024When you are falling in love it is always too late. 05311
anne carson bot @annecarsonbot.bsky.social · 26/09/2024Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. 05022
