These fragments I have shored against my ruins. -T.S. Eliot

These fragments I have shored against my ruins.  -T.S. Eliot
Showing posts with label Anne Carson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anne Carson. Show all posts

Saturday, April 12, 2014

That Very Elsewhere

























The mad state is, as he emphasizes over and over again, empty.
Teeming with emptiness. Knotted on emptiness. Immodest in its
emptiness. You can pull emptiness out of it by the handful.
“I am not here. I am not here and never will be.”
You can pull it out endlessly.
Anne Carson, from Semaine d’Artaud 
Image: James KaoTablescape, 2004
Title: Judith Butler on “the poetics of non-arrival,” excerpt from Who Owns Kafka?

Monday, November 18, 2013

Caught between the tongue and the taste
























“Whatever you're meant to do, do it now. The conditions are always impossible.” 
-Doris Lessing


Title: Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
Image: Found

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Under the Seams





"When you do something exactly wrong, you always turn up something."
-Andy Warhol

Title: Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
Image: Found

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Each hung bell

















       If only I could see a landscape as it is when I am not there. But when I am in any place I disturb the silence of heaven by the beating of my heart.
       -Simone Weil, as quoted by Anne Carson


Image: Herve Guibert
Title: Gerard Manley Hopkins, “As Kingfishers Catch Fire” 

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Her pockets full of lichens and seeds
























   Soul is the place,
stretched like a surface of millstone grit between
body and mind,
where such necessity grinds itself out
-Anne Carson, excerpt from “The Glass Essay”

Image: John B. Greene, Statue fragments
Title: Mary Oliver, from "Sleeping in the Forest"

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Consider incompleteness as a verb


























That uncrossable gulf between home and away.
-Steve Himmer, excerpt from The Importance of Unwritten Postcards

Image: Plate photographed through tissue. The frontispiece to The Giant-Killer: or, The Battle Which All Must Fight, by A.L.O.E. (Charlotte Maria Tucker, 1856). Original from Oxford University. Digitized July 12, 2006.
Title: Anne Carson, Plainwater

Friday, September 14, 2012

A Blue Rinse to the Language

 

 

"From childhood he dreamed of being able to keep with him all the objects in the world lined up on his shelves and bookcases. He denied lack, oblivion or even the likelihood of a missing piece. Order streamed from Noah in blue triangles and as the pure fury of his classifications rose around him, engulfing his life they came to be called waves by others, who drowned, a world of them."
-Anne Carson, Short Talks


Image: Athanasius Kircher, Noah’s Ark, 1675

Title: Nod to John Ashberry

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Ovid is weeping























In the troubled depths of my memory of myself, a little child is awakening and makes the old man’s mask sob.
-René Daumal, Mount Analogue

 
Image: Josef Sudek
Title: Nod to Anne Carson, from "Short Talk on Ovid" as found in Short Talks

Friday, June 8, 2012

Kinds of light unlike any other

 It is not down in any map; true places never are.
-Herman Melville 

And:
The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,
And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul
Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple
As false dawn.
-Richard Wilbur, excerpt from the poem, “Love Calls us to the Things of This World”

Image: found
Title: Nod to Anne Carson

Monday, February 27, 2012

The Unknown























"The unknown must remain unknown or the novel ends."

— Anne Carson, from Eros The Bittersweet

Image: Raphaelle Peale, Venus Rising from the Sea - A Deception