Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.
Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.
“Chaos overshadows us. / Unsheltered sorrow shuts upon us. / We are strangled by bitter light. / Our bones shake like sticks. / We snap. / We grope. / We pant and go dry. / Our tongues are black. / All day is endless. / Nights endless. / Our skin crawls, it cracks. / Our room is a cat who plays with us. / Our hope is a noose. / We take our flesh in our teeth. / The autumn blows us as chaff across the fields. / We are sifted and fall. / We are hung in a void. / We are shattered on the ocean. / We are smeared on the darkness. / We are slit and drained out. / Little things drink us. / We lie unburied. / We are dust. / We know nothing. / We can not answer. / We will speak no more. / BUT WE WILL NOT STOP. / For we are the beloveds. / We have been instructed to call this His love.”
Anne Carson | “God’s Beloveds Remain True”