Showing posts with label anne carson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anne carson. Show all posts

Sunday, March 17, 2013

i made up ice bats

On writing: “we’re talking about the struggle to drag a thought over from the mush of the unconscious into some kind of grammar, syntax, human sense; every attempt means starting over with language. starting over with accuracy. i mean, every thought starts over, so every expression of a thought has to do the same. every accuracy has to be invented. . . . i feel i am blundering in concepts too fine for me.”
On ice bats: “I made up ice bats, there is no such thing.”
On teaching: “when i began to be published, people got the idea that i should ‘teach writing,’ which i have no idea how to do and don’t really believe in. so now and then i find myself engaged by a ‘writing program’ (as at nyu, stanford) and have to bend my wits to deflect the official purpose.”
On contradiction: “i realize all this sounds both chaotic and dishonest and probably that is the case. contradiction is the test of reality, as Simone Weil says.” Anne Carson in the NYT

Monday, July 30, 2012

there are ravens on the roof

There are ravens on the roof
of both places.
Perhaps they are the same ravens.
I can’t tell.
If Roni Horn were here
she’d say ravens
are like water,
they are wildly constant.
They are a sign of Iceland.
from "Wildly Constant," Anne Carson

Monday, April 4, 2011

wild and constant


Sometimes at night
when I can’t sleep

because of the wind
I go and stand
in the library of glaciers.

I stand in another world.
Not the past not the future.
Not paradise not reality not

a dream.
An other competence.
Wild and constant.