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Joni Carson Vintage 60’s-era promo photo personalized: “To my favorite Cashier Ann, — Thank you for being so nice. Hope to work with you again. Joni Carson — Oct. 1968 ”..
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givemearmstopraywith: You remember too much,my mother said to me recently.Why hold onto all that? And I said,Where can I put it down?— Anne Carson, The Glass Essay
unchildhood: ANNE CARSON ‘Ardor (Aghast)’, published in Granta issue 145: Ghosts (2018) personal photo and edit
unchildhood: ANNE CARSON‘The Glass Essay’ from Glass, Irony, and God (1994);personal photos, original edit
myshoesuntied:It’s hard to believe Anne Carson is real. It’s easy to believe Anne Carson is real.
notgoing: Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides UGH…
antigonick: “This is the condition called ekstasis, literally “standing outside oneself”, a condition regarded by the Greeks as typical of mad persons, geniuses and lovers, and ascribed to poets by Aristotle.” — Anne Carson, “Decreation, How
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xshayarsha: “Something black and heavy dropped between them like a smell of velvet.” — Anne Carson, from Autobiography of Red.
sonnywortzik:“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief” - taken from Anne Carson’s “Tragedy: A Curious Art Form”
acentury-at-sea:Anne Carson, from Plainwater-Essays and Poetry
mactevirtute: “Elektra”, Sophokles
rnyfh:Antigonick (Sophokles) trans. Anne Carson
xshayarsha: “And a fragment of human voice tore itself out and came past, it seemed already gone ago, trailing a bad dust of its dream which touched his skin.” — Anne Carson, from Autobiography of Red.
renwei:If Not, Winter — Sappho (tr. Anne Carson)
xshayarsha: “There is a theory that watching unbearable stories about other people lost in grief and rage is good for you – may cleanse you of your darkness. Do you want to go down to the pits of yourself all alone? Not much. What if an actor could
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boligoliv: “And I know there is something all wrong about me— believe me. Sometimes I shock myself.” — Sophokles, from An Oresteia: Elektra (tr. Anne Carson)
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2goood2b4gotten: ‘Plainwater: Essays and Poetry,’ Anne Carson
kitmillsdraws:Geryon was a monster everything about him was red
heartshop:Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides
rnyfh: “There is a theory that watching unbearable stories about other people lost in grief and rage is good for you – may cleanse you of your darkness. Do you want to go down to the pits of yourself all alone? Not much. What if an actor could do
theclassicsreader: “Memory is exhausting.” — Anne Carson, Red Doc>
theclassicsreader: “Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.” — Anne Carson, in the preface to Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides
viperslang: “Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.” — Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides
amphitheas: Antigonick (Sophokles) trans. Anne Carson
dezmierdand: “Lovers are always waiting. They hate to wait; they love to wait. Wedged between these two feelings, lovers come to think a great deal about time, and to understand it very well, in their perverse way.” — Anne Carson, from Eros the
antigonick: “ELEKTRA : I ask this one thing: let me go mad in my own way.” — Sophokles, Elektra (tr. by Anne Carson)
antigonick: “ELEKTRA : How is it your soul kills my soul?” — Sophokles, Elektra (tr. by Anne Carson)
antigonick: “ELEKTRA : I cannot not grieve.” — Sophokles, Elektra (tr. by Anne Carson)
salemwitchtrials: Red Doc>, Anne Carson [ID: To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked.]
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wishbzne: plainwater: essays and poetry — the interviews (III), anne carson [ID: “I: Do you dream of herM: No I dream of headlights soaking through the fog on a cold spring night” end ID]
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derangedrhythms:Keats ascribes to sleep an embalming action. This means two things: that sleep does soothe and perfume our nights; that sleep can belie the stench of death inborn in us. Both actions are salvific in Keats’ view. Both deserve (I think)
lavndrmenace: plainwater, anne carson
weltenwellen:Anne Carson, from “Guns And Desire III”, Decreation
The Inscrutable Brilliance of Anne Carson
thecenterwillnothold:‘Agamemnon,’ Aeschylus (translated by Anne Carson)
greatsoulshaker: “CHORUS: And the grace of the gods (I’m pretty sure) is a grace that comes by violence.” — Aeschylus, Agamemnon (tr. Anne Carson)
ijaazat:Anne Carson, Plainwater
virgin-martyr:“on love that is filth and beds that are blood” — Anne Carson, excerpt from “Elektra” from An Oresteia by Sophocles
dearestvita:“The bare blue trees and bleached wooden sky of April / carve into me with knives of light.” — Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay
theoptia:Euripides, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays; translated by Anne CarsonText ID: Gods are stubborn. So am I.
weusedtobegiants:It is as if the darkness invents these evils, which arrive for no reason except the light has gone.Anne Carson, from Plainwater: Essays and Poetry; The Anthropology of Water
weltenwellen:Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
louisegluck:Anne Carson, from Autobiography of Red
feuillesmortes: — Anne Carson, “The Truth about God”; Glass, Irony and God
tenderfaery:Aeschylus, Agamemnon (trans. Anne Carson)
fuckyeahannecarson: Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides
Charlie Chaplin,Olive Ann Alcorn,Edna Purviance, Willie Mae Carson and Helen Kohn Nudes & Noises
sleepiestpoet: “Maybe some people are born into the evening of their life and, although they remember a morning and an afternoon, they do not live it, they are already far gone in the shadows.” — Anne Carson, Nelligan, Float damn, Anne Carson.
lesbianartandartists: Anna Campbell, After Anne Carson, After Sappho, 2015 This pick – or plectrum, which the lyric poet Sappho is credited with inventing – is foil-stamped with a fragment of Anne Carson’s translation of Sappho’s Fragment 31,