Beware the man whose handwriting sways like a reed in the wind
Anne Carson, 6 March 2025
“... changes in my brain I find shapes fall apart on me. My responsibility to forms can’t be gracefully fulfilled. Nonetheless, I offer the following in the hope it does not strike you as dishevelled or depressing.To right away avoid being depressing, and because beginnings are important, I’ll begin with a poem ... ”