29 ordspråk av Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath föddes den
October 27th 1932 och dog den 11 February
1963 - whose best known works are preoccupied with alienation, death and self-destruction.
Mer info via Google eller Bing. ...I still expected to see Doreen's body lying there in the pool of vomit like an ugly, concrete testimony to my own dirty nature. - The Bell Jar
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And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
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Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.
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But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.
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Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.
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dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call.
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For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose
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How frail the human heart must be --a mirrored pool of thought...
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I felt like a race horse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like a date on a tombstone.
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I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will
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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
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I talk to God but the sky is empty.
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.
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If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.
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Is there no way out of the mind?
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