November 2011
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“I am obsessed that it is this, or nothing, and that is I don’t take this, it...”
– Sylvia Plath (via catlexa)
October 2011
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“It goes by, and whatever dream you use to dope up the pains and hurts, it...”
– Sylvia Plath (via misschanning)
Surprising hobbies of famous authors →
whatwouldthecommunitythink:
Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes were beekeepers, a hobby that was reflected in many of Plath’s poems and seems to have stemmed from a desire to feel grounded. When asked in a 1962 interview if she often hung out with other writers, she responded,
“I much prefer doctors, midwives, lawyers, anything but writers. I think writers and artists are the most narcissistic...
forgettingstockwell asked: I had had to park the car on Calvert Street and walk, the forward crying of two children punctuating a Winter whiter than the shade by which you measured your sanity. In the silence as I saw 'our' street - I retained the 'nous' around my neck - I visioned a thousand collisions and a nothingness heavier than the world around me. I turned the path and stared at the future as if...
September 2011
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Frog Autumn
cetaceansandtea:
Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother. The insects are scant, skinny. In these palustral homes we only Croak and wither. Mornings dissipate in somnolence. The sun brightens tardily Among the pithless reeds. Flies fail us. he fen sickens. Frost drops even the spider. Clearly The genius of plenitude Houses himself elsewhwere. Our folk thin Lamentably.
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Astrology & Plath
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“The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God,
Prickling my...”
– Sylvia Plath, “The Moon and the Yew Tree” (via only-a-voice)
August 2011
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“How shall I age into that state of mind?
I am the ghost of an infamous suicide,...”
– Electra on Azalea Path by Sylvia Plath (via teeteringinpurgatory)
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“Day of mist: day of tarnish
with hands
unserviceable, I wait
for the milk...”
– Resolve by Sylvia Plath (via whoretoculture)
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“That morning Aurelia took Sylvia to the bright and sympathetic woman who was the...”
– Sylvia Plath, A Biography, Linda Wagner-Martin (via red-hat-reads)
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“My mind is, to use a disgustingly obvious smile, like a wastebasket full of...”
– Sylvia Plath (via instrumentalscenery)
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“Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will...”
– Sylvia Plath (via artgarfunkel-)
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Jilted
samstars:
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, My tears like vinegar, Or the bitter blinking yellow Of an acetic star. Tonight the caustic wind, love, Gossips late and soon, And I wear the wry-faced pucker of The sour lemon moon. While like an early summer plum, Puny, green, and tart, Droops upon its wizened stem My lean, unripened heart.
- Sylvia Plath
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“Once when I visited Buddy I found Mrs. Willard braiding a rug out of strips of...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via lacielacie)
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“Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers——
The...”
– The Bee Meeting Sylvia Plath (via monarchfly)
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“As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk, she hears the caustic ticking of the...”
– Sylvia Plath, Cinderella (via crayola-queen)
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“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million...”
– The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath (via imaginarymelodies)
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rawcuriosity asked: In all the books and essays I've read and, of course, in her own works, the last way I'd describe Plath was laid-back. In the best sense (her ambition, her talent, her sexual self-confidence and identity as a woman) and the worst (her depression, her manic behavior), she did everything full-tilt. I don't know that she allowed herself to relax (in her mind particularly),...
“Sylvia Plath’s favorite color was red. When Ted Hughes left her for another...”
– From “Sylvia Plath: Red and Blue”, by Jessica Ferri
“The real problem with Hughes’ interference is that we can’t separate the...”
– Ariel Redux (via wemakestorm)
discourse
rosapark:
“there are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is there, beneath the surface of my understanding, waiting for me to grasp it. it is the same tantalising sensation when you almost remember a name, but don’t quite reach it. i can feel it when i think of human beings, of the hints of evolution suggested by the removal of wisdom teeth, the narrowing of the jaw...
swekkun:
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole —- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things. Under the eyes of the stars and the moon’s rictus He suffers his desert pillow, sleeplessness Stretching its fine, irritating sand in all directions. Over and over the old, granular movie Exposes...
Cinderella by Sylvia Plath
temporarilychanged:
The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels, Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels Begin on tilted violins to span The whole revolving tall glass palace hall Where guests slide gliding into light like wine; Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall Reflecting in a million flagons’ shine, And glided couples all in whirling...
“I spiral back to me, sitting here, swimming, drowning, sick with longing. I have...”
– Sylvia Plath (via despicabledog)
“They will hear not, they will see not, neither will they understand.”
– Sylvia Plath (via wewearstrings)
“What I couldn’t stand was this shrinking everything into letters and numbers....”
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar. (via maddyluna)
“He found Agnes lying on the sofa in the living room… eyes shut, an empty pillbox...”
– Sylvia Plath (The Wishing Box)
“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel...”
– Sylvia Plath (via thegirlwhowasacat)