#on hedonism

[desescrita]

“Beauty makes me hopeless. I don’t care why anymore I just want to get away. When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead-calm sea. Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.”

— Anne Carson, “On Hedonism”, in Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

[mercyforthegreedy]

Beauty makes me hopeless.  I don't care why anymore I just want to get away.  When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it.  When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead-calm sea.  Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.

anne carson

[elizabethanism]

I no longer gather what falls.

Anne Carson, “on Hedonism”

[desescrita]

“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

[disceautdiscede]

Beauty makes me hopeless. I don't care why anymore I just want to get away. When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead-calm sea. Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.

Anne Carson, from On Hedonism

[fairy-circles]

Desire as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.

Anne Carson, “On Hedonism,” Great American Prose Poems: From Poe to Present.

[literarymiscellany]

Desire as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.

Anne Carson, "On Hedonism," Great American Prose Poems: From Poe to Present.