Anne Carson!

In an email exchange with a new friend this week, I was reinvigorated with regards to Anne Carson. We talked about Decreation, its intense loneliness and yearning and maddening detachment. She is maddening not only due to ability to take herself out of the moment but also her penchant for intellectualizing the emotional. We all do this, sometimes its easier, sometimes its safer but it is no less real. Carson exists in a world of overwhelming literary inheritance, a swirling vortex of heavy ideas from the past. She has crafted a body of work that elevates criticism and critical engagement to formative work, art in its own right. She amazes me.