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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

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

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)

between the desire and the spasm

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]

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)

rnyfh:Antigonick (Sophokles) trans. Anne Carson

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,

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