#poesia #SylviaPlath

in Buddy Willard's defense, didn't he contribute just a little bit to the madness of a femme or two?

#SylviaPlath #TheBellJar #ClassicLit

Plathitudes
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The poet named Sylvia Plath
Was composing a poem in the bath.
Her husband, Ted Hughes,
Was far from amused:
“Tha’s wet all t’ coal, tha daft lass!”

#WorldPoetryDay #HebdenBridge #SylviaPlath

Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people.
Where do the black trees go that drink here?
Their shadows must cover Canada.

Sylvia Plath

Crossing the Water

#TodaysPoem #Poetry #Poem #SylviaPlath

“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”

—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

(Illustration by Najeebah Al-Ghadban)

#SylviaPlath #poet #books #life #experience

I hope this whole pic loaded. I saw this elsewhere & I’ve always felt a connection with her.
“Go out & do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”
#WritingCommunity #AmWriting #SylviaPlath

“How frail the human heart must be -
a throbbing pulse, a trembling thing -
a fragile, shining instrument
of cyrstal, which can either weep
or sing.”

From Maria Popova:
Sylvia Plath left at 60 years ago, slain by depression.
A link to her soulful reflection on living with the darkness and making art from the barely bearable lightness of being:
https://www.themarginalian.org/2021/05/16/sylvia-plath-letter-mother/?fbclid=PAAaYt6VZeAyjcbU0TgUkBPSod-ABrDg3WvaLwXZrEfqn2mNQV0gbmk9XV18s
#poetry #SylviaPlath #depression #light #soul #heart #PayingAttention

#SylviaPlath

Heute ist der 60. Todestag von Sylvia Plath. Ich werde immer um diese Frau und Schriftstellerin trauern ...
1982/83 las ich sie intensiv - ein wichtiger Teil meiner Lesebiographie und Bibliothek.

#lesen #InMemoriam #SylviaPlath #Bibliothek

23 Fitzroy Road, Primrose Hill (May 2005), where W. B. Yeats lived as a boy from 1867 to 1873, and where Sylvia Plath died on 11 February 1963.

#dotd #poetry #sylviaplath #wbyeats #literaryheritage #literaryplaces #primrosehill #london #anniversary #1963

60 anni fa Sylvia Plath se ne andava lasciando dietro di sé un vuoto sordo e insaziabile.

#SylviaPlath

https://pensierosecondario.wordpress.com/2020/12/24/she-was-alright-la-campana-di-vetro-di-sylvia-plath/

'It was my love that did us both to death''.

Sylvia Plath died on this day sixty years ago.

#dotd #1963 #sylviaplath #poetry #literaryheritage #englishliterature

Esther laughing in Buddy Willard's face when he asks her if he's what drives women to madness is a moment i wish for anyone out there who has ever loved a mediocre masc

#SylviaPlath #TheBellJar #ClassicLiterature #ClassicLit #MediocreMen

"Ever since Buddy Willard had told me about that waitress I had been thinking I ought to go out and sleep with somebody myself. Sleeping with Buddy wouldn't count, though, because he would still be one person ahead of me, it would have to be with somebody else."

#TheBellJar
Written by #SylviaPlath & Directed by Larry David
#quotes #ClassicLiterature

Sylvia Plath | El candidato
[de «Ariel» 1965]
«Ante todo, ¿es usted la clase de persona que buscamos?
¿Lleva un ojo
de cristal, dientes postizos o muleta,
codera, garfio,
pechos de goma o entrepierna de goma,
costuras que indiquen que algo falta? ¿No?»[...] Seguir leyendo en:
https://sites.google.com/site/escritoresmalditos/escritores/sylvia-plath/ariel-1965/el-candidato
Post by @locagonia
#SylviaPlath #candidato #ariel #locagonia

Backward we traveled to reclaim the day
Before we fell, like Icarus, undone;
All we find are altars in decay
And profane words scrawled black across the sun.
⁣
— #SylviaPlath, “Doom of Exiles”⁣

Shot with a Holga using Kodak Ektachrome E100G and cross-processed.

#FotoMontag #PhotoMonday #FilmPhotography #ToyCamera #BirdsOfMastodon #LookUp

"It’s a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It’s much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all."
- #SylviaPlath

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

#novel #autobiography #fiction #sylviaplath

@Thebestisyettocome just to add, although Plath is mostly remembered for her tumulteous life, mental health challenges and eventual suicide, she was also extremely loving, courageous and funny. The joy and humour in her work are usually overlooked. Brilliant writer.

#Literature #MentalHealth #SylviaPlath

Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I'm afraid for myself... the old primitive urge for survival. It's getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity. It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain... remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted. When you feel that this may be good-bye..

Sylvia Plath - The Unabridged Journals

#MentalHealthMatters #SylviaPlath