Reviews
it’s always an experience reading anne carson and this one was very jarring. something made between the stars but still of this world (even if an older, more melodramatic world). a world of red. i love her so much “your gods crafted a soul too big for the space of life they give you to live in” “i cannot rise. too heavy with filth and sin.” “give me your hand.” “i’ll stain you.” “i’ll take it.”
Highlights
I don't judge you. I'm not saying move back towards life, I'm saying the future isn't elsewhere. We're in a locked spaceship, H of H, we have nothing but continuing. What could be more useless than you limping offstage to die in a dead language? Of course the guys upstairs would love that. Your gods crafted a soul too big for the space of life they give you to live in. You smash anything that smells like an enemy then your smel goes haywire and you can't stop. Don't be stupid, H of H, you are organized violence! You think any of this is unexpected upstairs? Remember Chernobyl? The physicists were told to phone their wives and say, Wash your hair, take in the laundry and drink 2 drops of iodine in a glass of water. Everyone called them heroes. Suffering like that, you need old words. Next day all the books on radiation vanished from the Chernobyl library. I'm just saying, you call them gods, they call you walking ash.