Posts tagged: Sylvia Plath
It is sad to be able only to mouth other poets. I want someone to mouth me.
(Sylvia Plath)
Do I create? No, I reproduce. I have no imagination. I am submerged in circling ego. I listen, God knows why. I say I am interested in people. Am I rationalizing? God knows. Maybe he doesn’t. If he lives in my head or under my left ventricle, maybe he’s too uncomfortable to know much of anything.
(sylvia plath - journal 1950-53)
God, how I love it all. And who am I, God-whom-I-don’t-believe-in? God-who-is-my-alter-ego? Suddenly the turn table switches to a higher speed, and in the whizzing that ensues I loose track of my identity. I act and react, and suddenly I wonder “Where is the girl that I was last year? … Two years ago? … What would she think of me now?”
(slyvia plath - Journal 1950-53)
