And instantly I am in love with Seph and Plath XOXO
@webspecific6 жыл бұрын
Seph, stunning reading. I didn't know this poem by Plath. Thank you. I agree, it's crazy but intensely moving. "They weld to me like plums." makes no sense but is perfect. Reminds me: trust the subconscious and allusions. Not that work shouldn't be revised but you got to know when to hold 'em. She knew.
@JacquiTaylor4 жыл бұрын
Such beautiful spoken words, that draw me to you x
@nancyrose80289 жыл бұрын
Seph, So well spoken, so well done! It is wonderful to see the passion you feel for SP. I, too, feel that passion. Have you heard her voice? She also is an artist. (It's even hard to speak of her in the past tense. I don't think of her that way.) If you haven't already done so in your education, I would encourage you to research her life, read her prose, her letters, her diaries, and view her art. She is such an amazing human being. Thank you so much for sharing this. Enjoy your journey as I have.
@maryannscheuer8 жыл бұрын
I love this way of connecting so many different things. The phrase of Seph's that will stick with me for a long time is the way art can create "an emotional hush". He said, "It's a place the viewer can come to and gain access to these other places." So true, of many art forms.
@VictorHageman5 жыл бұрын
For some reason I never reacted to the first line as strange. It's first now that it was pointed out that I realized miners don't weld; I guess the factory and the cave appeared like the same place in my mind. Clearly, both places are likened to the womb, and in the beginning of the poem she identifies herself with or together with Nicholas, the male embryo, only to be differentiated forwards. The unedited poem recorded by Plath ends: "That's you. That's me."
@jarrodlacy98568 жыл бұрын
Remarkably done, Mr. Rodney.
@DrRonArt6 жыл бұрын
In a very exquisite, lyrical way, Sylvia Plath talks about the experience of giving birth - the cave as a raw, real yet endearing metaphor for her womb.