December 2010
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“I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up...”
– ‘Tulips’ - Sylvia Plath
I am, I am, I am.
An Appearance
The smile of iceboxes annihilates me. Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one! I hear her great heart purr.
From her lips ampersands and percent signs Exit like kisses. It is Monday in her mind: morals
Launder and present themselves. What am I to make of these contradictions? I wear white cuffs, I bow.
Is this love then, this red material Issuing from the steele needle that flies so...
“Now I am silent, hate
Up to my neck,
Thick, thick.
I do not speak.”
“I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.”
– ‘Daddy’ -Sylvia Plath
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I had 3 Sylvia Plath books for Christmas. The amount I’ll be posting from them is likely to be vast, as they are all I am reading/ thinking about at the moment.
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I want you all to know the jumper I’m wearing is so comfy it may be all I wear, ever. Ok that’s it.
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This blog is a disorganised mess, apologies
More recently my personality has crept in, but the chaotic nature of my posts doesn’t reflect my thoughts at all :-(
Have you got your strange? Well no, not on me.
“Take me, take me back to your bed:
I love you so much that it hurts my head.
I...”
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