She stumbled then and Geryon caught her other arm, it was like a handful of autumn. He felt huge and wrong. When is it polite to let go someone’s arm after you grab it?
Anne CarsonTag: lovers
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.
Anne CarsonAs 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.
Anne CarsonTag: love possibilities fresh
Not touching but joined in astonishment as two cuts lie parallel in the same flesh.
Anne CarsonAscent of the rapist up the stairs seems as slow as lava. She listens to the black space where his consciousness is, moving towards her.
Anne CarsonSometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
Anne CarsonTag: life road journey changes
To feel anything
deranges you. To be seen
feeling anything strips you
naked. In the grip of it
pleasure or pain doesn’t
matter. You think what
will they do what new
power will they acquire if
they see me naked like
this. If they see you
feeling. You have no idea
what. It’s not about them.
To be seen is the penalty.
Tag: lovers
Depression is one of the unknown modes of being.
There are no words for a world without a self, seen with impersonal clarity.
All language can register is the slow return
to oblivion we call health when imagination automatically recolors the landscape
and habit blurs perception and language
takes up its routine flourishes.
You read a hundred
military manuals you won't
find the word kill they trick
you into killing.
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