Monday, February 06, 2017

Anne Carson, Nox

'Prowling the meanings of a word, prowling the history of a person, no use expecting a flood of light. Human words have no main switch. But all those little kidnaps in the dark. And then the luminous, big, shivering discandied, unrepentant, barking web of them that hangs in your mind when you turn back to the page you were trying to translate.’