Something about post second war Japanese photographers. They seem to be able to capture the grit and grime of life in all of its profanity. Goes really well with this poem.
Wow , this morning I glanced at my stacks of books and thought oh Anne Sexton is safe she’s in the middle in the back , on top of all the others ... that and my copy of Rilke , something happened to my book about Paula M- Becker however- I m pretty sure since I had memorized it- I gave it to someone I thought it would inspire. Thank you - have a great thought filled weekend!
Something about post second war Japanese photographers. They seem to be able to capture the grit and grime of life in all of its profanity. Goes really well with this poem.
Brutal yet understated. Raw but honest.
Piece needs a better title, imo.
amen to all written here
The title references Red Ingle's 1948 song, 'Cigarettes, Whuskey, and Wild, Wwild Women.'
https://youtu.be/XJmR3DVKsSI
A fine example of confessional poetry, but one that remains difficult to read if you know about Sexton's life and death.
Yes. And yet - so drawn to her poetry!
born expecting the kiss of mercy, just keeps cycling through my mind
Wow , this morning I glanced at my stacks of books and thought oh Anne Sexton is safe she’s in the middle in the back , on top of all the others ... that and my copy of Rilke , something happened to my book about Paula M- Becker however- I m pretty sure since I had memorized it- I gave it to someone I thought it would inspire. Thank you - have a great thought filled weekend!