He liked writing, disliked having to start each thought himself.
Used my starts to various ends, for…
He liked writing, disliked having to start each thought himself.
Used my starts to various ends, for example in a pocket I found a letter he’d begun (to his mistress at that time)
containing a phrase I had copied from Homer: ’εντροπαλιζομενη is how Homer says
Andromache went
after she parted from Hektor—"often turning to look back"
she went
down from Troy’s tower and through stone streets to her loyal husband’s
house and there
with her women raised a lament for a living man in his own halls.
Loyal to nothing
my husband. So why did I love him from early girlhood to late middle age
and the divorce decree came in the mail?
Beauty. No great secret. Not ashamed to say I loved him for his beauty.
As I would again
if he came near. Beauty convinces. You know beauty makes sex possible.
Beauty makes sex sex.
Anne Carson · The Beauty of the Husband: A Fictional Essay in 29 Tangos (2001)
