I have nothing original to share with you as it seems I’ve lost my writing mojo, but here is Sylvia Plath reading Lady Lazarus. It’s a brilliant poem. You can read the whole thing here.
I’m still in my Sylvia Path kick, still reading through her diaries and I just finished reading the poems in the restored version of Ariel. I am really blown away by it. I am currently reading the prologue written by her daughter, which is also very insightful. It’s interesting to read how defensive she is of her father and how protective she is of their relationship.
I want to turn around and read the whole thing again. I think is is the best collection of poetry I have ever read and it’s totally groundbreaking. It deserves all of the hype.
The journals are good, as well. I can’t just sit and read them all the way through, I have to take a break from the now and then. It feels a little weirdly voyeuristic and slightly uncomfortable to read them. But It’s really interesting to see the way her mind worked.
Here is a great video of John Greene talking about Plath and Lady Lazarus
My birthday is on Sunday, and I’m getting old. I can’t think of a better theme for this post than a graveyard. 😉
All kidding aside, this is the only photography I have to offer this blog at the moment. My photo mojo has waned a little this year. This is from the roll of Holga shots I took when I went on the photo meetup in January. My plan was to shoot portraits with my Holga, which I did. But they didn’t come out great. I may post them next week and talk a little bit more about it. In the meantime, here are a couple moody shots of the graveyard from that day.
A little story:
About an hour ago I was talking to a former coworker who has retired. She’d just learned, from another co-worker, that my birthday was this weekend and asked how old I will be. I gulped and said it out loud: “49. I’ll be 49.” And holy shit. It was hard to say that number (It’s hard for me to type that number). I told her that it was difficult to face the fact that I am in my last year of my 40s. She just kind of smiled and said, “you’ll get over it soon.” And she had a look of wisdom in her eyes.
When I walked out of the library for my walk this was the first song that popped up on my iTunes. An odd bit of synchronicity. 🙂