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Poems - A Brief Encounter With Sylvia Plath
| | A Brief Encounter With Sylvia Plathby Phoebe
Me: Hello Sylvia, I’m so happy you've made some time to chat with me, I’ve brought you some blueberries with fresh cream…and thank you - you think you know people but I know nobody will believe that I chatted with you".
Sylvia: “I must learn more about these people - try to understand them, put myself in their place. I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is. I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between”
Me: “I get moments like those Sylvia “ (pours two glasses of milk)
Sylvia: "I talk to God but the sky is empty."
Me: “I quite often question my faith – I can’t see anything to believe you see, so I keep quiet and talk to no-one – is that silly?”
Sylvia: "If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed - perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing."
Me: “Well sometimes I just feel so exhausted, and wish there was a magic cure that could lift me out of my tiredness and irritability”
Sylvia: "There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them."
Me: “ I suppose I should count my blessings, being reasonably young, and single I don’t have to ask permission from anyone to do what I want to do, when I want to do it.”
Sylvia: "That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the coloured arrows from a Fourth of July rocket."
Me: “ It’s not because I want to be alone, I’m just not very good at relationships!.”
Sylvia: "I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give - out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air."
Me: “ Wow! (nibbles on a blueberry)
Sylvia: "How frail the human heart must be -- a mirrored pool of thought - is anyone anywhere happy?"
Me: “ I honestly don’t know Sylvia – I try to live in the moment.”
Sylvia: "So much working, reading, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough,
what is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. 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."
Me: " Well if you don’t know I’m sure I don’t know either!.”
Sylvia: "We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you."
Me: “ I’ve come to believe anything is possible so I’m not even going to consider ruling that one out. (smiles) tell me something, you have this kind of interest in the dark side of things?, so it’s said…
Sylvia:. “I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me; all day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity, death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”
Me: “Oooh, I think there’s time enough for that, it’s the inevitable but there’s some living to get through too - when I dared to bring this up one time, people told me I was neurotic!”.
Sylvia: If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.”
Me: I often wondered if having those kinds of feelings are what makes for great writing….does one have to truly suffer for one’s art?.”
Sylvia: “Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.”
Me: Hmmm, that's so true...would you like another glass of milk?
Sylvia: “I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.”
Me: “Awww I’m sorry, I haven’t got anything like that, but I can see you’re tired so reluctantly I suppose I should let you get some rest”.
Sylvia: “I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.”
Me: Then I shall let you go but I want to thank you so much for this wonderful connection Sylvia…I’m so very grateful”.
Sylvia: “I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream.
Me: Well I'm very happy, and I'm so glad you enjoyed the blueberries. Sweet dreams. (smiles)
Sylvia: When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more...”
~ Sylvia Plath & Me
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Re: A Brief Encounter With Sylvia Plath
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by BrokenWordsPoet on Saturday, June 30, 2012 (11:52:21) |
Long but very enjoyable read; hitting on a lot of good points about life. Sometimes I think that artist put their relationships on the back burner and prefer more the relationship with their medium in which we fabricate something more interesting. If we treat our lovers like we treat our art maybe we would like being smothered to death.
BWP... Did you say you had a brief encounter with Sylvia Plath? I would like to have one with Hemingway; I want to ask him if he knew one was in the chamber. 
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Re: A Brief Encounter With Sylvia Plath
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by Phoebe on Sunday, July 01, 2012 (14:38:23) |
Thank you James, I enjoy researching the lives of people who have now gone but left behind their greatness for us to bathe in. Apart from Wikipedia I have found a couple of awesome links to memorable quotes and everything I write in these "encounters" and "conversations" are exactly as purported to have been said by the person I'm conversing with..take Hemingway for example...If I was to ask him "Hello Mr Hemingway, you're almost as famous for your drinking as you are for your brilliant writing, did you know that?"; he may very well respond by saying (quote) " I drink to make other people more interesting, an intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools!". (unquote)...actually if you don't mind James, I'm going to make an appointment with the late, the great Ernest Hemingway - he will be make for a brilliant interview...thanks..is there anything you'd like me to ask him??  Phoebe
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Re: A Brief Encounter With Sylvia Plath
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by BrokenWordsPoet on Tuesday, July 03, 2012 (11:10:09) |
Yes if you ask him anything for me ask him; if he thinks that his style of writing while standing up would help me with my writing being that I have broken my right hip twice and walk with a limp.
BWP
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Re: A Brief Encounter With Sylvia Plath
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by Phoebe on Tuesday, July 03, 2012 (13:54:31) |
Consider it done...we will be chatting soon
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Re: A Brief Encounter With Sylvia Plath
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by liarbird on Tuesday, July 03, 2012 (23:03:54) |
G'day Phoebe...
What a pleasure it is to read a script/play from you, and might I add an interesting one as well.
Thank you Phoebe
Lindsay
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Re: A Brief Encounter With Sylvia Plath
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by Phoebe on Wednesday, July 04, 2012 (14:43:19) |
Somehow Lindsay, I feel a kind of kinship with these brilliant people, with all their sadness, being famous I think just magnifies those tragedies a thousandfold....who knows what personal demons drove them, not just to write, but to suffer...my pleasure as always my friend.. Phoebe
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