A review by grotesqueanimal
Glass, Irony and God by Anne Carson

5.0

XXIX
I grin. 
I eat. 

Thousand of cuts morning and night,

practicing fierce techniques of horrible war! useless. 
Dread masters me. 
I do not master dread.  

XXX
A stranger is a master of nothing. 

Who in a nightmare 
can help himself?