I love the way Anne Carson prefaces her translations of Euripides. “Why does tragedy exist?” she asks. “Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.”
There is a story that I don’t quite remember in Yvonne Rainer’s autobiography about how she came to be misquoted in Time magazine. When asked what she thought was important she answered, “To be a part of one’s time.” But Time remembered it differently and published the quote as “Using one’s time well.”
But why are we full of grief?