“Brief pause. I’m walking backward into my own myth. I was trying to walk out.” —H of H

anne carson, you confound me. befuddle me. flabbergast me. shock me. there are things in her brain that cannot be expressed or explained. like WHAT ARE YOU SAYING TO ME (literal, emotional, figurative, spiritual, etc.). the cross-genre of this playbook is so imaginative that i am so envious of her craft. i need to pick carson’s brain apart with a fine-tooth comb. genuinely.