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Medical Forum / General / General / June 2005... the year without words."
"Closer and closer comes the hour of my death as I rearrange my face, grow back, grow undeveloped and straight ~ haired. All this is death. In the mind there is a thin alley called death and I move through it as through water. My body is useless. It lies, curled like a dog on the carpet. It has given up. There are no words here except the half ~ learned, the Hail Mary and the full of grace. Now I have entered the year without words." ~ Anne Sexton, >From "For the Year of the Insane," >From "Live or Die" 1963 [p. 132] ~ * ~ Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please bring him home! I got Leon a brand-new bone. _________________ http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo "Endurance was always her Concern ~ Why must we? How can we? Why we must, How we do ~ 'to endure, somehow to endure.' It is a theme which reenacts not only The sustained source of her poetry But its original impulse as well. At the age of twenty-eight, While recovering from a psychotic breakdown And suicide attempt, she began writing poems On the advice of her psychiatrist ~ 'In the beginning, the doctor said, 'Write down your feelings Because someday they might mean something To somebody.'" ~ JD McClatchy, >From "Anne Sexton: How to Endure," >From "Anne Sexton: The Artist and her Critics" [p. 245] "And thus I do a death dance, a dance of the thumb, I lay a snake skin over the name but it won't erase. I ink my thumbprint. I drool in a trance and take spit and blood and wine and aspirin to make a sauce and wipe it on my face. Then I bite the page, a strange lover of the dead and my watch dial sings Hello and the name is fed. Name, I will drown in you like the mother in vinegar for I have inherited you, raincheck, a transfer." ~ Anne Sexton, >From "Telephone" [p. 585] "... for I have inherited you, Raincheck, a transfer." "... I heard It on the grape vine ~ !" ~ Merlot, That giddy grape "Black holes do not exist But an extreme of gravity does. Mitch ~ Light Falls ~ " ~ Nick "Correct Nick, And those fields are understood as Inverse strong gravity Zones." ~ nightbat "... O, cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!" ~ Hamlet, Act I, Scene 5 "Perhaps, if so, you set your sights, Your insightful inspiration, your inhaled breath, Upon your Breadth of Soul, Your Pithy Wit, Death's Vanished point, your diminished orthogonal For a reflecting pool's inspection? If so, perhaps, Your sails cross The Rubicon, Where your keystone's center remembers A major gravitas, an intricate perfected mechanism That unlocks?" ~ Arrowroot "The VOID ~ !" ~ Black Chalk "Perhaps, if you set your astrolabe's sights, Your inspired breath, your exhalation, Upon your Breadth of Soul, your Pithy Wit, Death's Vanquished point, your anointed two ~ point perspective, A partnership, your anguish, alas, Will turn the issue over in disbelief ~ Together, we'll wander through every leveled remark, Until the grounds are covered, embark upon The argument surveyed, rendered into this vast form, Filled with light, traceries We agree upon, crafted into architecture, Or at least, together, we'll jump the fence Framing the vanishing point. Or at least ... Vanitas, We'll dine together at a Feast ~ ! Or at least ... Vanitas, We'll dine together, share a Feast ~ !" ~ Twittering * "Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world speaking with the gift of tongues. she is stuck in the time machine, suddenly two years old sucking her thumb, as inward as a snail, learning to talk again. she's on a voyage. She is swimming further and further back, up like a salmon ..." ~ Anne Sexton, >From "Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty)," >From "Transformations" [p. 290] "... for I have inherited you, Raincheck, a transfer." ~ Twittering !Be Warned! Sign Says ... ~ * ~ _________________________________________ ~ * ~ A Sign, A Boarded Shingle Hung Out TO Dry ~ * ~ ! * ! Welcome TO Briarwood * ~ ~ _________________________________________ ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Elevation Graph Of An Upcoming AscenSION ... Both courses are sort of flAt. But the courSe description of an UPcoming Half InCline, 67%, Reads ~ 'A roLLing course With some FORMidable inclInes.' You must BE Mentally prepared for this GRADE, Besides Your nOrmal weekly inCLINE Of 25%. The Elevation, meters, as As follows ~ Start: 55m Mile 1: 72m Mile 2: 80m Mile 3: 81m Mile 4: 60m Mile 5: 100m Mile 6: 148m Mile 7: 110m Mile 8: 155m Mile 9: 159m Mile 10: 135m Mile 11: 110m Mile 12: 90m Mile 13: 75m Mile 7 ~ Mile 8, particularly scaRy ~ An incline of rOughly 13% (Am I Right? Or Left beHIND.) ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ _________________________________________ Yes ~ A Morning Wood Roadside Semi ~ OTIC _________________________________________ * Dogging Arts * Fogging Minds * It's a Star * _________________________________________ * ~ * ~ !Be Warned! Oboes sing themselves Serene ... ~ * ~ "I'm baffled. I just can't tell what you mean." ~ P Fogg "Understood. I am bored." ~ Twittering * * A Torch Song to Sing With a bevy of angels angling over us ~ !" ~ Folly ~ * ~ _________________________________________ Just One Moore Morning Wood Non ~ Pareil Non ~ Ephemeral Phenomena _________________________________________ O, yes, A Forthcoming Operatic Instruction ~ ~ * Milk Bone Trilogy ~ A Thrice ~ Told Tattler Steals a Tale, Leaves a Trail * ~ Good Luck Following, Puck ... And O So much more ~ * _________________________________________ Yes ~ A Morning Wood Production _________________________________________ * Dogging Arts * Fogging Minds * It's a Star * _________________________________________ * ~ * ~ * ~ "... waiting for the transfer, I simply stood on the beach, While rain splashed my face, for, O, yes, I do know I've inherited you, my rain ~ Checked transfer. For, you've done for me What I need not twice do ~ A gift, You've bequeathed, A gift, a different ticket outward, a ticket's transfer For another far ~ away Enchanted land, The story you swallowed, Told Once, left for me, To unravel, The reversal ..." ~ Twittering "There are always two stories ~ The one we tell, The one left untold." ~ Ann Patchett, On the death of her friend Lucy Greahly "Twice told, Once, for me, once For you, too, to unravel, for reversal's foil silvers Dreams, Crystal glass Goblet, or pristine scene Seen without you. But O, if only you, Too ..." ~ Twittering "There are always two stories ~ The one we tell, The one left untold." ~ Ann Patchett, On the death of her friend Lucy Greahly "We'll turn over in disbelief ~ Another Belief together, icon half yours, half mine, Our mind, we'll share, wander Circuitously, navigate through every trail Marked, chart paths unmarked, Until further grounds are covered, mapped, Recorded, memorized, memorialized, Memory's Lane spanning an earlier trace, now both face And heart design memoria technica, Memento Mori, A skull, crossed bones, Cradled from the grave, stumbled upon, wandering A graveled lane, so very late one soul's night, A Noir ... So we embark upon the argument surveyed, A graveyard construction shift, Renders this vast form, Cathect's cross, Cathedra's seat, a chair, Cathexis bourne, A cathedral, A body Filled with light, traceries We agree upon, heart's ribbed cage, crafted into architecture, Or at least, together, we'll jump the fence Framing the vanishing point. Or at least ... Vanitas, We'll dine together, share a Feast ~ !" ~ Twittering Have you heard o9 the Crystal singers way back when from Atlantis?? L Bee > !Be Warned! > [quoted text clipped - 107 lines] > ~ * ~ > * ~ "Have you heard o9 the Crystal singers way back when from Atlantis??" ~ Bee No, have not. Tell more? > "Closer and closer > comes the hour of my death [quoted text clipped - 15 lines] > >From "Live or Die" 1963 > [p. 132] You've no idea how encouraged we all are by your recent obsession with Anne Sexton, who committed suicide at age 46. Say, how old are you now? >You've no idea how encouraged we all are by your recent obsession with Anne Sexton, who committed suicide at age 46. Say, how old are you now?> We can only hope. If she doesn't do it, I think someone will do it for her. > You've no idea how encouraged we all are by your recent > obsession with Anne Sexton, I am an unabashed bush-basher, not that it matters. I am not a habitual Twittering-basher, she isn't bush. But Twittering has to explain herself how this is relevant to any worthy cause in this world, except try and encourage people to "Kick the Bucket" soon. If trying to contain the exploding population is the goal, I must mention that this is a very slow way. Try nuking instead. "I am an unabashed bush ~ basher, Not that it matters. I am not a habitual Twittering ~ basher, She isn't bush. But Twittering has to explain herself How this is relevant to any worthy Cause in this world, Except try and encourage People to 'Kick the Bucket' too soon. If trying to contain The exploding population is the goal, I must mention this is a very slow way. Try nuking instead." ~ N3th3rd "Heck, yeah ~ ! Must be a REALLY slow day for you, too. Got nothin' better to do, but Make Twitter fritter, suffer, fizzle, till no sparkle, left ~ ?" ~ Folly "All expired fuse, Burnt crisp, beyond toast ~ Implosion, or Explosion, or Burning bush ~ God's spoke words, or Only an ember, cinder's spark swept upward, Through flew, Aloft, Wind ~ blown A moment only, before ash, dust, Fallen back to earth, settles, Fertilizer For another's garden, A seed bed, But O, Who sleeps, Who weeps, Who sniffs these fleurs, Who's tears water this earth?" "Let the power to answer outcry with insight, To soar above landscapes ranged with sunbursts Flowers, ghostly pueblos, sierras of excess Or canyons of restraint, fall to who invokes This figure ..." ~ JD McClatchy, >From "Fetish," >From Scenes From Another Life" [p. 13] "What miniatures plume the obvious Even now, seen so clearly through, rushing Wild to stir a half ~ lit room Darkness crowns, Dozing still. A basket of dried petals, Larkspur, lilac, rose, and violet Completes what's vanished from the scene ~ Lightening in the breeze ... Victors, vanquished, And the utterly lost Come back to cluster in this dream." ~ Virginia Hooper, >From "Back to Sleep" "The story you swallowed, Told Once, left for me, To unravel, The reversal ..." ~ Twittering "There are always two stories ~ The one we tell, The one left untold." ~ Ann Patchett, On the death of her friend Lucy Greahly "Twice told, Once, for me, once For you, too, to unravel, for reversal's foil silvers Dreams, Crystal glass Goblet, or pristine scene Seen without you. But O, if only you, Too ..." ~ Twittering "We'll turn over in disbelief ~ Another Belief together, icon half yours, half mine, Our mind, we'll share, wander Circuitously, navigate through every trail Marked, chart paths unmarked, Until further grounds are covered, mapped, Recorded, memorized, memorialized, Memory's Lane spanning an earlier trace, now both face And heart design memoria technica, Memento Mori, A skull, crossed bones, Cradled from the grave, stumbled upon, wandering A graveled lane, so very late one soul's night, A Noir ... So we embark upon the argument surveyed, A graveyard construction shift, Renders this vast form, Cathect's cross, Cathedra's seat, a chair, Cathexis bourne, A cathedral, A body Filled with light, traceries We interlace, heart's ribbed cage, craft's architecture, Or at least, together, we'll outleap that fence, That privit hedge, our priviledge, to speak, to say ~ Frame the vanishing point. Not least, remember ... Vanitas, remember those forsaken, Then we'll say, Thank You, We'll dine together, share a Feast ~ !" ~ Twittering "A body Filled with light, traceries We interlace, heart's ribbed cage, craft's architecture, Treetop's cradlesong, A wind, willows, whispering ~ Together, we'll outrun the wind, that cocky Clock's secondhand, Swept through the quarters of an hour, Or our heart's chamber, Together, pocket our memory, a gold chain fob Dangling a pendulum ~ Tick ~ Tock Tick ~ Tock Tick ~ Tock Tick ~ Tock Tick ~ Tock Unpack later, or unpack now? That privet hedge, our privilege, To speak, To say ~ Frame the vanishing point within this gilded Golden moment, say what needs Said, Not least, remember ... Vanitas, remember those forsaken, forgotten. Then we'll say, Thank You, We'll do better. We'll work harder, For others to have better. We'll dine together, share a Feast ~ !" ~ Twittering "You've no idea how encouraged We all are by your recent obsession with Anne Sexton, Who committed suicide, age 46. Say, How old are you now?" ~ TheWhizzerO "O, yes, I took a second look, I realize, O, how critically Crucial, how central, how brilliantly, Ms. Sexton's poems stand in the canon. How could anyone have ever Doubted, placed her second to Plath ~ ? 46, you say, O, alas, How very young ~ Albeit 4 years beyond Daddy [Mine, Not Sylvia's]." ~ Twittering "O, how critically Crucial, how central, how brilliantly, Ms. Sexton's poems Sparkle the canon. O, how inspired, her alchemy." ~ Twittering "Ms. Sexton's poems Sparkle the canon. O, how inspired, her alchemy. But, O, how dangerous, how risky, to plumb Such depths ... For what, if one day, One cannot return back to today, find one's Present page again, if left Too long alone, Nothing To come back to?" ~ Folly ~ * ~ _________________________________________ (",) Morning Wood Flickers... (",) ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~~ A Never Ending Story _________________________________________ ('".,`) Alive ``````````' > + / *^ ^^^^^^^ ` ~ 7 Deade ;) 8 Woode 9 oooooo. The Real Tale, Pip! _________________________________________ ~ FAMILY TRADITION ~ Creative Stuff's Gone Way Far Awry, Too, Too Typography ~ Just Another Logo Family _________________________________________ * Consulted Classic Film Titles ~ Hitchcock's Kids with Witch Flicks Who Lick * ~ * (",) ~ ~ *(",) ~ 1. The Invisible Axis* 2. Getting Things Straight 3. Disguises 4. Wising Up 5. Departures 6. No Heat 7. A Sparrow Is on the Roof 8. House ~ Proud 9. Everything I've Got Belongs to You _________________________________________ * We Visit the Museum and Paint It ~ Lemonwood's Color, A Scheming Scream Schemes ... Hue, or Tone? O, Gone to Snakewood? ~ * (",) ~ ~ *(",) ~ 10. No Time Like the Present 11. In the Long Run 12. Foods for Thought 13. Water, Water Everywhere 14. Nice Eyes 15. The Best of Both Worlds 16. Quoth the Raven 17. Willie with a Taste for Gore 18. Bully for Sarah 19. Seen ~ * ~ * From "Growing Up Rich" with Anne Bernays. __________________________________________________ Far From Through ~ ~ Of Typography Right, Another Family of Logo ~ __________________________________________________ * ~ ! Been Scene, or Saw, Or Just ~ Dust? Or, , . , . , . , If You Lust, Kick Sand, When Done ... ~ ! * * *. ___________________________________________________ The Voyage of Lets? Yes, You Bet! So, Let's Right Now ~ ! So, Like, Know ~ ! ___________________________________________________ The Western Edge ~ Theatre of The Sphere de Wood Shakespeare Of Production of Morning ~ In Addition to Central ___________________________________________________ * Arts of Continuation * Embrumant Occupies * It Is a Star * ___________________________________________________ * ~ * ~ "I read today through that Book of Ours ~ A nightbreeze must have paged it back Past the empty days since to entries With a script as dark as last night's Dream of you. Back to the Letter Scene What was left to write, suite to loft ..." ~ JD McClatchy, >From "Scenes From Another Life" "How can the scholar inscribe a poetics of mediated expressivity without slighting either the mediation or the expressivity?" ~ Steven Gould Axelrod, >From "Sylvia Plath and the Theatre of Mourning," >From "Criticism," Fall, 2000 http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m2220/is_4_42/ai_75950979 >mediated expressivity...? I'm just not really sure, GODDAMMIT!!!! "me neither ~ !" ~ Folly "... but I DO know this ~ The past, one's history, essential To mental cohesion, one's indentity, One's healthy, integrated Self." ~ Twittering "... an ongoing story, Subject to revision, as well, The Listener, Both Self and Other." ~ Folly "Contemporary literary theory and criticism is cognizant of the ambiguous nature of literary representation. Indeed, it has been stipulating ambiguity as a critical paradigm or sine qua non of "literature" for quite sometime. It is therefore striking that some critics or critical ideologies remain so strongly attracted to the possibility that an author's biography might remove ambiguity and promise interpretive closure. Their presumption is that, superimposed on the poetic material, a chronology of events of an author's life can provide the oeuvre with narrative coherence and resolve its inherent ambiguities." ~ Andrea Gerbig, Anja Muller-Wood. >From "Trapped iin language: Aspects of ambiguity and intertextuality in selected poetry and prose by Sylvia Plath," >From "Style," Spring, 2002 http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m2342/is_1_36/ai_89985877 We'd settle for a month without your words. A year is just too much to ask for. |
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