Posts Tagged: Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath on death and desire
I’m sunk in Sylvia Plath right now. It’s dangerous. Look: These lines, here: Something else Hauls me through air— Thighs, hair; Flakes from my heels. White Godiva, I unpeel— Dead hands, dead stringencies. make me come apart,

Sylvia Plath on death and desire
I’m sunk in Sylvia Plath right now. It’s dangerous. Look: These lines, here: Something else Hauls me through air— Thighs, hair; Flakes from my heels. White Godiva, I unpeel— Dead hands, dead stringencies. make me come apart,

Sylvia Plath on writing and love
“Writing is the first love of my life. I have to live well and rich and far to write… I could never be a narrow introvert writer, the way many are, for my writing depends so much on my life.”

Sylvia Plath on writing and love
“Writing is the first love of my life. I have to live well and rich and far to write… I could never be a narrow introvert writer, the way many are, for my writing depends so much on my life.”

Sylvia Plath on love, sex and madness
First, I want you to read this: A mad girl’s love song / Sylvia Plath “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up

Sylvia Plath on love, sex and madness
First, I want you to read this: A mad girl’s love song / Sylvia Plath “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up