#mimnermos

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Anne Carson from Plainwater

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“This is the difference that hedonism makes: To locate joy and love and pleasure in the lap of light “knowing neither evil nor good” puts knowledge in the dark. It is a brain chemistry of naked injury and chronic despair that Mimnermos assumes for this moment of knowing. [...] Like sex, light is not a question until you are in the dark. Mimnermos has no answer to give. Instead (for he is a scholar after all) an epistemology: “...a lame man knows the sex act best” (fr. 23). This sentence, usually recorded among dubia et spuria in respectable editions, is thought to be a piece of proverbial wisdom learned from the Amazons one summer when he traveled in the Black Sea regions. Yes, there were still Amazons in those days, as there was a true physics of lust. “You are its ore,” one of the big women said to him the day he left.”

— Anne Carson, “Mimnermos and the Motions of Hedonism”, in Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

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10.5.2019

What is this? It’s a well deserved chill session after finishing up my translations in bed! Snacks and house of cards 💪🏻📚

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It is true he likes to get the sun into every poem. But the poet's task, Kafka says, is to lead the isolated human being into the infinite life, the contingent into the lawful.

Anne Carson, Plainwater

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Anne Carson from Plainwater

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Anne Carson, from Plainwater

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fr. 14: None Such as Him

           He looks to memory.

None such:      amid the butting bulls none such on the death flanks of  Hermos.      None. Those elders who saw him saw the source points.      It stung God. They say his spinal cord ran straight out of the sun.

Mimnermos tr. Anne Carson, Mimnermos: The Brainsex Paintings

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Those elders who saw him saw the source points. It stung God. They say his spinal cord ran straight out of the sun.

Mimnermos, trans. Anne Carson, from Plainwater