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Posted by kid a on October 25, 2002, at 13:16:23
In darkroom of your eye the moonly mind
somersaults to counterfeit eclipse:
bright angels black out over logic's land
under shutter of their handicaps.Commanding that corkscrew comet jet forth ink
to pitch the white world down in swiveling flood,
you overcast all order's noonday rank
and turn god's radiant photograph to shade.Steepling snake in that contrary light
invades the dilate lens of genesis
to print your flaming image in birthspot
with characters no cockcrow can deface.O maker of proud planet's negative,
obscure the scalding sun till no clocks move.-Sylvia Plath.
Posted by ~Alii~ on October 29, 2002, at 0:09:24
In reply to Sonet to Satan, posted by kid a on October 25, 2002, at 13:16:23
Thank you oh blocked kid_A for posting such a poem by Plath.
How amazing it is that one can reread her poetry at different stages of one's disease and grasp different meanings.
Seeing as I am not currently in the darkest of pits I find this powerfully vivid and visceral.
If anything it gets me thinking more about the two sides----the dark and the light and how the interplay makes up one's life.
But is it really play? Or are we merely living out what has been written long before?
I await your return from your literary ban. Who knew that Conrad and Nietzsche would prove so provocative to a certain doctor.
~~Alii
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