Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the journey of life and the vulnerability that comes with it.
In this poignant quote by Anne Carson, the speaker metaphorically addresses their mother and the vastness of lifeβs challenges, symbolized by the 'shipless ocean.' The phrase evokes a sense of isolation and the need for compassion, both for oneself and the abstract concept of the ocean, representing the unpredictable nature of existence. It suggests that, while embarking on the unknown paths of life can be daunting, it is important to acknowledge our fears and the broader uncertainties we face.
In practice
This quote can be used to provide comfort to someone embarking on a new and uncertain chapter in their life.
Prowling the meanings of a word, prowling the history of a person, no use expecting a flood of light. Human words have no main switch. But all those little kidnaps in the dark. And then the luminous, big, shivering, discandied, unrepentant, barking web of them that hangs in your mind when you turn back to the page you were trying to translate.
[Short Talk on Sylvia Plath] Did you see her mother on television? She said plain, burned things. She said I thought it an excellent poem but it hurt me. She did not say jungle fear. She did not say jungle hatred wild jungle weeping chop it back chop it. She said self-government she said end of the road. She did not say humming in the middle of the air what you came for chop.
Novels institutionalize the ruse of eros. It becomes a narrative texture of sustained incongruence, emotional and cognitive. It permits the reader to stand in triangular relation to the characters in the story and reach into the text after the objects of their desire, sharing their longing but also detached from it, seeing their view of reality but also its mistakenness. It is almost like being in love.
To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.
I emphasize the distinction between brackets and no brackets because it will affect your reading experience, if you will allow it. Brackets are exciting. Even though you are approaching Sappho in translation, that is no reason you should miss the drama of trying to read a papyrus torn in half or riddled with holes or smaller than a postage stamp--brackets imply a free space of imaginal adventure.
Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. Itβs usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.
We have a memory cut in pieces. And I write trying to recover our real memory, the memory of humankind, what I call the human rainbow, which is much more colorful and beautiful than the other one, the other rainbow.
Books are never finished, They are merely abandoned.
Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god.
Attending church does not necessarily mean living the principles taught in those meeting. You can be active in a church but inactive in its gospel.
Words, in their distant past, have the past of my reveries.
I, therefore, O Caesar, do not publish this work, merely prefixing my name to a treatise which of right belongs to others, nor think of acquiring reputation by finding fault with the works of any one.
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