Anne Carson

Narrative some dance is.    Other not.    Two opposite places to start  Telling stories:    Graham, Martha.    Take a name. Play a part....

‘I force myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.’

Marcel Duchamp

A sonnet is a rectangle upon the page. Your eye enjoys it in a ratio of eight to five. Let’s say you’re an urgent man in an urgent language construing the millions of shadows that keep you alive. If only it were water or innocent or a hawk from a handsaw, if only you...

Here is a pronoun to address Gertrude Stein with : dog you’ve never had before has died.

When a language drops a distinction (as e.g. English has modified the 2nd person singular so that I can no longer express the wish,Tell me spirit! whither wander’st thou? or split a king in two saying, If thou beest not immortal, look...

I was waiting for you to get to work ‘A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island’ Frank O’Hara

1 You know the second person in the history of the world the Sun chose to speak to personally was Frank O’Hara, the first was Orpheus [me]. You are my Sweetheart said the Sun. He was sitting on the hood of his truck. Somehow it was menacing. I hardly knew what to...

Sky before dawn is blackish green. Perhaps a sign. I should learn more about signs.

Turning a corner to the harbour the wind hits me a punch in the face.

I always walk in the morning, I don’t know why anymore. Life is short.

My shadow goes before me. With its hood up it looks like a foghorn.

Ice on the road. Ice on the sidewalk. Nowhere to step.

It’s better to step where the...