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I’ll hide your name in every word.
Anne Carson, Decreation: Poetry, Essays, Opera; from ‘H&A Screenplay’
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I’ll hide your name in every word.
Anne Carson, Decreation: Poetry, Essays, Opera; from ‘H&A Screenplay’
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Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
― Anne Carson, from "Sleepchains" in Decreation: Poetry, Essays, Opera (Alfred A. Knopf, 2005)
Anne Carson quoting Simone Weil in Decreation
Ir a visitar a mi madre es como empezar una obra de Beckett. Ya sabes esa sensación de hundimiento a través de la corteza el bajo y negro oh no de la pequeña habitación con paredes demasiado cercanas, tan conocidas. Tintineo y lento desvanecimiento de los juguetes que pertenecen a la memoria pero que erróneamente aparecen aquí, vagabundos y sofocados en una página de dolor.
—Anne Carson, «Paradas», sección originalmente publicada en Decreation. Traducción de Javier Pavez. Disponible en el sitio web de la revista Oropel.
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End of part one of Anne Carson’s essay Decreation in book of the same name• Decreation (poetry, essays, opera)
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"What is it that love dares the self to do? she will answer:
Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty."
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Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary
The whole effort of the mystic has always been to become such that there is no part left in his soul to say 'I'. --Simone Weil, "Human Personality"
GNOSTICISM VI
Walking the wild mountain in a storm I saw the great trees throw their arms.
Ruin! they cried and seemed aware
the sublime is called a “science of anxiety.”
What do men and women know of it?—at first
not even realizing they were naked!
The language knew.
Watch “naked” (arumim) flesh slide into “cunning” (arum) snake in the next verse.
And suddenly a vacancy, a silence,
is somewhere inside the machine.
Veins pounding.
Anne Carson, Decreation. Poetry, Essays, Opera