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Anne Carson

The Autobiography of Red

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  • anahas quoted2 years ago
    He saw the doorway

    the house the night the world and

    on the other side of the world somewhere Herakles laughing drinking getting

    into a car and Geryon’s

    whole body formed one arch of a cry—upcast to that custom, the human custom

    of wrong love.
  • anahas quoted2 years ago
    His brain was jerking forward like a bad slide projector
  • anahas quoted2 years ago
    Tears ran back into his ears awhile

    then no more tears.

    He had touched bottom. Feeling bruised but pure he switched off the light.

    Fell instantly asleep.

    Anger slammed the red fool awake at three a.m. he kept trying to breathe each time

    he lifted his head it pounded him

    again like a piece of weed against a hard black beach.
  • anahas quoted2 years ago
    After undressing he stood

    at the mirror and observed himself emptily. Freedom! The chubby knees

    the funny red smell the saddening ways.
  • anahas quoted2 years ago
    Yellow? said Geryon and he was thinking Yellow! Yellow! Even in dreams

    he doesn’t know me at all! Yellow!

    What’d you say Geryon?

    Nothing.

    It’s a freedom dream Geryon.

    Yes.

    Freedom is what I want for you Geryon we’re true friends you know that’s why

    I want you to be free.

    Don’t want to be free want to be with you.
  • anahas quoted2 years ago
    ne evening at supper when his mother

    asked him

    what they were like, Geryon could not remember if the librarians were men

    or women.
  • anahas quoted2 years ago
    a talented boy with a shadow sid
  • anahas quoted2 years ago
    Geryon’s life entered a numb time, caught between the tongue and the taste.
  • anahas quoted2 years ago
    Outside the natural world was enjoying

    a moment of total strength. Wind rushed over the ground like a sea and battered up

    into the corners of the buildings,

    garbage cans went dashing down the alley after their souls.

    Giant ribs of rain shifted

    open on a flash of light and cracked together again, making the kitchen clock

    bump crazily. Somewhere a door slammed.

    Leaves tore past the window.
  • anahas quoted2 years ago
    Got out the coffee can, turned on the tap and started to cry.
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