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Sylvia Plath

Leaving Early

Lady, your room is lousy with flowers.
When you kick me out, that’s what I’ll remember,
Me, sitting here bored as a loepard… 289 more words


Moments of floating sorrow

There are spaces of time which are floating in suspense, flowing far away from the present time, even from the distant place where they occurred, the memories of that, liminal, shifting, causing drift in heart, reminding how isolation can be vital – that interstice in space where time does not exist anymore, the tectonic shift of seashore line, which is always moving along as our perception goes broader, high above the horizon. 115 more words


Tiny mushrooms

Pretty little mushrooms on the forest floor, such a beauty to behold. If you look, you will see baby mushrooms, tiny sprouts, little bubbles from the earth. 91 more words


Why Do We Let Authors' Biographies Eclipse Their Work?

There’s a pattern I’ve consistently noticed in classes (or online forums) revolving around evaluating literature: when people interpret works solely based on events from the author’s life. 428 more words

Onism and Sylvia Plath: A post in which I compare myself to the sun and then accuse others of having a God Complex

I stood in front of the mirror with my Splat hair dye. I was going pink this time. For good. I was sure this was the color for me, just like I was sure of green and blue before. 1,416 more words

Sylvia Plath

Ted Hughes: De Lantaarnhengelvis

@JuliaNeugarten onderzoekt de representatie van Sylvia Plath en Ted Hughes in Connie Palmens 'Jij zegt het' https://t.co/GPtA1ZDLXO

— Passionate Platform (@PassionateMag) September 16, 2016


"...numb as a fossil."

Last night, I worked on  a blind contour sketch, while looking at a Lee Jeffries photo of a little girl. Using watercolor, acrylic and India Ink, this sad face appeared — the face of a much older woman, seeming numb, with a frozen stare. 310 more words