Showing posts with label Anne Carson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anne Carson. Show all posts

Words and things



All myth is an enriched pattern,
a two-faced proposition,
allowing its operator to say one thing and mean another, to lead a double life.
Hence the notion found early in ancient thought that all poets are liars.
And from the true lies of poetry
trickled out a question.

What really connects words and things?

The Beauty of the Husband, Ann Carson

the lucky one



Digging a hole.
To bury his child alive.
So that he could buy food for his aged mother.
One day.
A man struck gold.

Take life in the Town of Luck, Anne Carson