Valises I say if I had to go away I would take with me everything I see.

What will you take? I ask Corrado who is leaving for Patagonia and when he says 2 or 3 “undaunted” (so Kant) on his freezing bed in its midnight glare. Mounted me and this made no difference except now I had to fight everything through Corrado, which I did Pain that throws itself back and forth in me when I lay on Corrado’s bed fighting withĮverything with Corrado watching from across the room then he came to the bed and Kant says “everything” exists only in our mind, attended by a motion of pleasure and I keep my shop, in order that I may sell everything there, empty but I leave the light on.ĭo you know that in the deepest part of the sea everything goes transparent? asks my husband’s friendĬorrado and I say Do you know how afraid I am?Įverything requires attention, I never relax my neck even when kissing Corrado. The lakes where his factory has poisoned everything are as beautiful as Bruegel. My husband shrugs when I say so, my husband shrugs at everything. Quail eggs eaten from the hand in fog make everything aphrodisiac. Listen to 'Ode to the Sublime By Monica Vitti' mp3Įverything is a naked thought that strikes.Ī foghorn sounding through fog makes the fog seem to be everything. July 2005 THREE POEMS BY ANNE CARSON (forthcoming in her collection to be issued later this year, Decreation) To see this story in its original context, click here.

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