December 2009
30 posts
Death and Co. a poem by Sylvia Plath
Two, of course there are two.
It seems perfectly natural now——
The one who never looks up, whose eyes are lidded
And balled¸ like Blake's.
Who exhibits
The birthmarks that are his trademark——
The scald scar of water,
The nude
Verdigris of the condor.
I am red meat. His beak
Claps sidewise: I am not his yet.
He tells me how badly I photograph.
He tells me how sweet
The babies look in their...
According to Greek mythology, humans were...
Time Does Not Bring Relief: You All Have Lied by...
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
...
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“Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world,...”
– Marx in Contribution to Critique of Hegel’s Philosophy of Right (via kevintwohy) (via nonwriting)
