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    Anne Carson
    “Geryon was amazed at himself. He saw Herakles just about every day now.
    The instant of nature
    forming between them drained every drop from the walls of his life
    leaving behind just ghosts
    rustling like an old map. He had nothing to say to anyone. He felt loose and shiny.
    He burned in the presence of his mother
    I hardly know you anymore, she said leaning against the doorway of his room.
    It had rained suddenly at suppertime,
    now sunset was startling drops at the window. Stale peace of old bedtimes
    filled the room. Love does not
    make me gentle or kind, thought Geryon as he and his mother eyed each other
    from opposite shores of the light”
    Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

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    Anne Carson
    “This was when Geryon liked to plan his autobiography; in that blurred state, between awake and asleep. When too many intake values are open in the soul, like the terrestrial crust of the earth.”
    Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

  • #3
    Anne Carson
    “Somehow Geryon made it to adolescence. Then he met Herakles and the kingdoms of his life all shifted down a few notches. ... Geryon was going into the Bus Depot one Friday night about three a.m. to get change to call home. Herakles stepped oof the bus from New Mexico and Geryon came fast around the corner of the platform and there it was one of those moments that is the opposite of blindness. The world poured back and forth between their eyes once or twice.”
    Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

  • #4
    Anne Carson
    “Do you have change for a dollar? Geryon heard Geryon say. No. Herakles stared straight at Geryon. But I'll give you a quarter for free. Why would you do that? I believe in being gracious. Some hours later they were down at the railroad tracks standing close together by the switch lights. The huge night moved overhead scattering drops of itself. You're cold, said Herakles suddenly, your hands are cold. Here. He put Geryon's hands inside his shirt.”
    Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red



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