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January 29, 2025

Let ’em censure: what care I?
The herd of critic I defy.
Let the wretches know, I write
Regardless of their grace, or spite.
No, no: the fair, the gay, the young
Govern the numbers of my song.
All that they approve is sweet:
And all is sense, that they repeat.

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“Seized by a sudden truth I started up at 4 a.m. The word grip pronounced “gripe” is applied only to towns, cities and habitations; the word gripe pronounced “grip” can be used of human beings. In my dream I saw the two parts of this truth connected by a three-mile long rope of women’s hair. And just at that moment all the questions of male and female soul murder, which were to be answered as soon as I pulled on the rope, broke away and fell in a chunk back down the rocky chasm where I had been asleep. We are the half and half again, we are the language stump.”

Anne Carson | “Short Talk on the Truth to Be Had from Dreams”

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