"I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.' So said Sylvya Plath about her reaction to the death of her father when she was nine.
Currently (your blogger) is a DJ at various hospitals which I have pursued with the kind of
missionary approach of a navy seal. But reading Plath I realise how unserious my 'DJing' is
for my reason in doing it is mainly vanity, a bit of publicity here and there, my voice on the radio etc
It is just too heart rending to read of Plath leaving milk and cookies in her childrens' bedroom taping the gaps in their door so as the gas would not get it and then placing a pillow in the gas oven and laying her head on it, then turning on the gas, to sleep perchance to dream
HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life
One should not venerate mental illness, Plaths', but rather deconstruct it, ie if Plath was a product of the 60s rather than the overtly male US 50s her illness may have been tempered by the ascendancy of women.
DaddyI was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
Currently (your blogger) is a DJ at various hospitals which I have pursued with the kind of
missionary approach of a navy seal. But reading Plath I realise how unserious my 'DJing' is
for my reason in doing it is mainly vanity, a bit of publicity here and there, my voice on the radio etc
It is just too heart rending to read of Plath leaving milk and cookies in her childrens' bedroom taping the gaps in their door so as the gas would not get it and then placing a pillow in the gas oven and laying her head on it, then turning on the gas, to sleep perchance to dream
HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life
One should not venerate mental illness, Plaths', but rather deconstruct it, ie if Plath was a product of the 60s rather than the overtly male US 50s her illness may have been tempered by the ascendancy of women.
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