[Text ID: …And when / you carried my body back to shore — / as I trusted you would do— / well, then, you became shore too,]
[Text ID: Th: Take my arm. / H: You're my tugboat now.]
Nicole Callihan, “The End of the Pier” / Anne Carson, H of H Playbook
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Your gods crafted a soul too big for the space of life they give you to live in.
Anne Carson, H of H Playbook
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“Brief pause. I'm walking backward into my own myth. I was trying to walk out.”
H of H Playbook by Anne Carson
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[ID: A scan of a few sentences from the aforementioned book, where they're on a scrap of paper in a collage.
They read, "Brief pause. I'm walking backward into my own myth. I was trying to walk out."
The last sentence is crossed out in pencil. End of description.]
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"This was always going to happen. She's been dead since the beginning."
— Aeschylus: The Oresteia
hannibal, apéritif // the truth about grief, fortesa latifi // space oddity, david bowie // glass essays, anne carson // h of h playbook, anne carson // the sacrifice of iphigenia, corrado giaquinto // the world keeps ending, and the world goes on, franny choi // rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead, tom stoppard // heat lighting, mitski // hannibal, mizumono
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H of H Playbook, Anne Carson
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c.k. williams, from "heracles" / anne carson, from h of h playbook
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red doc / H of H playbook
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Beware that twitch of dialectic action:
the great myths flounder in contradiction,
while pretending to be simple as a black and white flower,
and deep in the cellar
something drips
hour by hour.
Anne Carson, H of H Playbook (after Herakles by Euripides)
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like i’ve read and i’ve loved a lot of anne carson but h of h playbook is just something else entirely.
like.
when he returned we had a weird conversation about what would happen if he refused to take the sky back. i told him i’d just drop it. he believed me.
halfway across the yard i could see right to the bottom of him. his eyes were black as time.
the thing you have to understand is, not half of these people realize they’re in a myth.
i get dizzy when i talk about geryon. i don’t like to say his name.
-returned to crime the next day, stubbornly and cruelly avenging myself on the universe - why? because the universe was weak and i was strong. that was the whole story, that was the thrill of it. and my delinquency didn’t end until the day i realized how much greater a thrill could be got from saving the world than from ruining it.
brief pause. i’m walking backward into my own myth. i was trying to walk out. i was trying to walk out.
you know what? the truth is, even in hell i thought you were amazing.
so, different story. my son didn’t die. my son isn’t buried in plastic bags beneath moscow. my son didn’t cost me fourteen days of hospital bills. my son awoke the day after chernobyl, and asked who committed all this atrocity. and i had to tell him, you did.
LIKE.
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— H of H Playbook by Anne Carson
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