find me at https://xitter.cf/t.co/WPPMKX3Oss and elsewhere 周成蔭
Duke Story Lab/世新大學舍我紀念館
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Sharing one of my favorite poems since childhood.
By the 12thc warrior poet Xin Qiji 辛棄疾, who was sidelined during peacetime, demoted, drifting through a decade of minor posts in remote lands.
Poetry, then, is that which is left unsaid.
“My, what a cool and lovely autumn.”
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Why does tragedy exist?
Because you are full of rage.
Why are you full of rage?
Because you are full of grief.
Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides
#everynightapoem
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Like the terrestrial
crust of the earth
which is proportionately
ten times thinner
than an eggshell,
the skin of the soul
is a miracle of mutual
pressures.
-Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
["Earthrise" from lunar orbit by astronaut William Anders 12/24/1968] #EarthDay
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This is excruciating.
Anne Carson on writing with Parkinson’s
‘I say to myself, it’s just a matter of attention; turn the page, pay attention, try again. I try again; I am wrong. Life slips one more notch towards barbarity.’
Anne Carson on trying to write with Parkinson’s: lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v46/n16/…
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Accidental Self Portrait
(bedroom shelf, late afternoon light)
with Anne Carson
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War creates two categories of persons: those who outlive it and those who don’t.
Both carry wounds.
-Anne Carson
(from Norma Jeane Baker of Troy)
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“A quote (cognate with quota) is a cut, a section, a slice of someone else's orange. You suck the slice, toss the rind, skate away.
Let us see who controls the danger.”
(looted from) Anne Carson
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to which
Ashbery after a very long pause replied,
‘Light. What would we do without it?’
-Anne Carson, from “Short Talk on Homer and John Ashbery”
newyorker.com/magazine/2018/…
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119
cloth dripping
-Sappho fragment
trans. Anne Carson
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“Philosophic Problems.
‘I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it.’”
-Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
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What is erotic about reading (or writing) is the play of imagination called forth in the space between you and your object of knowledge. Poets and novelists, like lovers, touch that space to life with their metaphors and subterfuge.
-Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet
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In letters as in love,to imagine is to address oneself to what is not. To write words I put a symbol in place of an absent sound.
-Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet
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"Your absence from the syntax of my life is not a fact to be changed by written words."
-Anne Carson on Archilochus,
in Eros the Bittersweet
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I don't know what to do
two states of mind in me
-Sappho
trans. Anne Carson
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prose
is a house poetry a man in flames running /
quite fast through it
-Anne Carson, red doc >
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“I’m saying I started over. Proust is an education in the language of Proust.”
Anne Carson interviews are a performance art.
believermag.com/a-microinter…
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someone will remember us
I say
even in another time
-Sappho fragment
trans. Anne Carson
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“Sumptuous destitution”
from
Anne Carson, ‘Men in the Off Hours’
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How do people /
get power over one another? is an algebraic question /
-Anne Carson
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‘Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.’
Madness doubled is marriage
I added
-Anne Carson, The Beauty of the Husband
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