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We're talking about the struggle to drag a thought over from the mush of the unconscious into some kind of grammar, syntax, human sense every attempt means starting over with language. Starting over with accuracy.
Anne Carson
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Anne Carson
Age: 74
Born: 1950
Born: June 21
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City of Toronto
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