I have found the truth about true love -- really true love, is that at times, it is abusive. Sylvia is no Jane. Madness preyed on her with a shine and a knife. Her words lyrically could cut the wind in two. Sylvia sees through lies to their rapture. And rapture is at the end of the world.
One must be sure of the light he or she sees in the other first (and trust that partner), before deepening into the “dark” otherwise the journey will become a slippery one and he or she will loose the path entirely rambling amidst demons and despair… though, this kind of madness probably tastes good once in a while in the morning 😎 Thanks for the poem! I love it for its shades and twists
I call sylvia a six shooter. she guns it down. and at every split in two there's a death, as to say a murder, a suffocation, a swearing off for good! and a surrender of anger to her shocking virility, which I find for myself is an immense pleasure to acknowledgement of reckoning and pain pure as fury, what I often refer to as unaffordable, because there is "no recess"
Blade in heart! Skull on fire! On recognizing an ongoing crime, what next? Allow it to continue, become a numb knowing accomplice, allow the wound to be cut deeper with a twisting blade.. help grip the handle.. Blame the self, suffer in secret.. or expose, sentence and jail the fking criminal?
one may think
her torturer is a man
but it is her inner enemy
her own sadistic superego
that convinced her to die
a cautionary tale
we all have one
Not according to this and other sources.
https://lithub.com/why-are-we-so-unwilling-to-take-sylvia-plath-at-her-word/
I have found the truth about true love -- really true love, is that at times, it is abusive. Sylvia is no Jane. Madness preyed on her with a shine and a knife. Her words lyrically could cut the wind in two. Sylvia sees through lies to their rapture. And rapture is at the end of the world.
thanks for the link ;)
Thank you. Makes sense.
Discover i am holding my breath as I read this. Or simply not breathing.
One must be sure of the light he or she sees in the other first (and trust that partner), before deepening into the “dark” otherwise the journey will become a slippery one and he or she will loose the path entirely rambling amidst demons and despair… though, this kind of madness probably tastes good once in a while in the morning 😎 Thanks for the poem! I love it for its shades and twists
For those thinking her husband did not abuse her, this (and other sources) says he did.
https://lithub.com/why-are-we-so-unwilling-to-take-sylvia-plath-at-her-word/
The first line is poignant to me. That idea of someone hungry for your suffering.
I call sylvia a six shooter. she guns it down. and at every split in two there's a death, as to say a murder, a suffocation, a swearing off for good! and a surrender of anger to her shocking virility, which I find for myself is an immense pleasure to acknowledgement of reckoning and pain pure as fury, what I often refer to as unaffordable, because there is "no recess"
Very evocative, provocative.
Sylvia’s a great romp on the page, yes!—but I recommend you do the Sexton next.
I've featured Sexton on this page quite a few times. She's simply brilliant.
👍
do, do, do
He his been burning me with cigarettes,
I guess it's "has been"
Typos,
Whatever,
Marvellous!!
Seriously, I like short and hooking poetry and this one is both!!
What, indeed
Blade in heart! Skull on fire! On recognizing an ongoing crime, what next? Allow it to continue, become a numb knowing accomplice, allow the wound to be cut deeper with a twisting blade.. help grip the handle.. Blame the self, suffer in secret.. or expose, sentence and jail the fking criminal?
💔😭
Does the jailer represent the life of the human world?
She could have said, "It's over."
Intense
Not according to this and other sources
https://lithub.com/why-are-we-so-unwilling-to-take-sylvia-plath-at-her-word/