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  1. Writing Our Mothers
    Archive on 4

    ‘Mothers have such a weight of idealisation and expectation landed upon their bodies and their minds and what women writers can do is to take that apart and explore
    its underbelly,’ says feminist writer Jacqueline Rose.

    Whether worshipped or vilified, treated as lifetime confidantes or rarely trusted, the mothers we meet when we write them are re-inventions. Some may be closer to the
    truth than others. Many of them will have roots in the life experiences of the daughter-writer. Virginia Woolf, who lost her mother at the age of 13, said she was obsessed with writing her mother. Eventually she also argued that it was ‘the occupation of the woman writer to kill’ what she called ‘The Angel in the House’ – the perfect, self-sacrificing mother – who may well have been her own maternal influence.

    Drawing on interviews with Maya Angelou, we hear how for her to write her mother was to ‘write about a hurricane in its perfect power’. She describes how the influence of a mother who ‘abandoned’ her as a child forced her most urgent examinations of class, race and, importantly love. In another frank interview with Marguerite Duras from 1968, she describes writing as a search for connection with her raging and ‘mad’ mother. For Sylvia Plath, the process of writing about becoming a mother herself in the 1950s produced work of a psychic intensity rarely seen before.

    What the archive ultimately reveals is that a mother, whether present or absent, loving or cruel, might be as formative an influence on a writer’s work, as in life. ‘When I read about motherhood, I want to be shaken loose from whatever limitations I have when I think about what that means,’ says the writer Siri Hustvedt.

    With contributions from Susie Orbach, Jacqueline Rose, Kit de Waal and Siri Hustvedt, and narration from Amaka Okafor.

    Produced by Sarah Cuddon
    A Falling Tree production for BBC Radio 4

    Archive sources:
    Desert Island Discs with Arundhati Roy (2017)
    A Chance to Meet ... Edna O'Brien (1971)
    Sylvia Plath, Peter Orr interview (1962)
    Audre Lorde, Pacifica Radio Archives and Academy of American Poets www.poets.org
    Maya Angelou, BBC News (1985)
    Jeannette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (BBC, 1990) and Face To Face (BBC, 1994)
    Marguerite Duras, Worn Out With Desire To Write (1985)
    Toni Morrison, Brief Encounters (BBC, 2001)
    Jackie Kay, Book of the Week (The Waters Company for BBC R4, 2015)
    Elena Ferrante, Lying Lives of Adults (BBC, 2020)


    Available now

    57 minutes

    #BBCRadio4 #BBCArchiveOn4

    #ArundhatiRoy #EdnaOBrien
    #SylviaPlath #AudreLorde
    #MayaAngelou #JeannetteWinterson
    #MargueriteDuras #ToniMorrison
    #JackieKay #ElenaFerrante

    bbc.co.uk/programmes/m001k7s1

  2. Writing Our Mothers
    Archive on 4

    ‘Mothers have such a weight of idealisation and expectation landed upon their bodies and their minds and what women writers can do is to take that apart and explore
    its underbelly,’ says feminist writer Jacqueline Rose.

    Whether worshipped or vilified, treated as lifetime confidantes or rarely trusted, the mothers we meet when we write them are re-inventions. Some may be closer to the
    truth than others. Many of them will have roots in the life experiences of the daughter-writer. Virginia Woolf, who lost her mother at the age of 13, said she was obsessed with writing her mother. Eventually she also argued that it was ‘the occupation of the woman writer to kill’ what she called ‘The Angel in the House’ – the perfect, self-sacrificing mother – who may well have been her own maternal influence.

    Drawing on interviews with Maya Angelou, we hear how for her to write her mother was to ‘write about a hurricane in its perfect power’. She describes how the influence of a mother who ‘abandoned’ her as a child forced her most urgent examinations of class, race and, importantly love. In another frank interview with Marguerite Duras from 1968, she describes writing as a search for connection with her raging and ‘mad’ mother. For Sylvia Plath, the process of writing about becoming a mother herself in the 1950s produced work of a psychic intensity rarely seen before.

    What the archive ultimately reveals is that a mother, whether present or absent, loving or cruel, might be as formative an influence on a writer’s work, as in life. ‘When I read about motherhood, I want to be shaken loose from whatever limitations I have when I think about what that means,’ says the writer Siri Hustvedt.

    With contributions from Susie Orbach, Jacqueline Rose, Kit de Waal and Siri Hustvedt, and narration from Amaka Okafor.

    Produced by Sarah Cuddon
    A Falling Tree production for BBC Radio 4

    Archive sources:
    Desert Island Discs with Arundhati Roy (2017)
    A Chance to Meet ... Edna O'Brien (1971)
    Sylvia Plath, Peter Orr interview (1962)
    Audre Lorde, Pacifica Radio Archives and Academy of American Poets www.poets.org
    Maya Angelou, BBC News (1985)
    Jeannette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (BBC, 1990) and Face To Face (BBC, 1994)
    Marguerite Duras, Worn Out With Desire To Write (1985)
    Toni Morrison, Brief Encounters (BBC, 2001)
    Jackie Kay, Book of the Week (The Waters Company for BBC R4, 2015)
    Elena Ferrante, Lying Lives of Adults (BBC, 2020)


    Available now

    57 minutes

    #BBCRadio4 #BBCArchiveOn4

    #ArundhatiRoy #EdnaOBrien
    #SylviaPlath #AudreLorde
    #MayaAngelou #JeannetteWinterson
    #MargueriteDuras #ToniMorrison
    #JackieKay #ElenaFerrante

    bbc.co.uk/programmes/m001k7s1

  3. Writing Our Mothers
    Archive on 4

    ‘Mothers have such a weight of idealisation and expectation landed upon their bodies and their minds and what women writers can do is to take that apart and explore
    its underbelly,’ says feminist writer Jacqueline Rose.

    Whether worshipped or vilified, treated as lifetime confidantes or rarely trusted, the mothers we meet when we write them are re-inventions. Some may be closer to the
    truth than others. Many of them will have roots in the life experiences of the daughter-writer. Virginia Woolf, who lost her mother at the age of 13, said she was obsessed with writing her mother. Eventually she also argued that it was ‘the occupation of the woman writer to kill’ what she called ‘The Angel in the House’ – the perfect, self-sacrificing mother – who may well have been her own maternal influence.

    Drawing on interviews with Maya Angelou, we hear how for her to write her mother was to ‘write about a hurricane in its perfect power’. She describes how the influence of a mother who ‘abandoned’ her as a child forced her most urgent examinations of class, race and, importantly love. In another frank interview with Marguerite Duras from 1968, she describes writing as a search for connection with her raging and ‘mad’ mother. For Sylvia Plath, the process of writing about becoming a mother herself in the 1950s produced work of a psychic intensity rarely seen before.

    What the archive ultimately reveals is that a mother, whether present or absent, loving or cruel, might be as formative an influence on a writer’s work, as in life. ‘When I read about motherhood, I want to be shaken loose from whatever limitations I have when I think about what that means,’ says the writer Siri Hustvedt.

    With contributions from Susie Orbach, Jacqueline Rose, Kit de Waal and Siri Hustvedt, and narration from Amaka Okafor.

    Produced by Sarah Cuddon
    A Falling Tree production for BBC Radio 4

    Archive sources:
    Desert Island Discs with Arundhati Roy (2017)
    A Chance to Meet ... Edna O'Brien (1971)
    Sylvia Plath, Peter Orr interview (1962)
    Audre Lorde, Pacifica Radio Archives and Academy of American Poets www.poets.org
    Maya Angelou, BBC News (1985)
    Jeannette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (BBC, 1990) and Face To Face (BBC, 1994)
    Marguerite Duras, Worn Out With Desire To Write (1985)
    Toni Morrison, Brief Encounters (BBC, 2001)
    Jackie Kay, Book of the Week (The Waters Company for BBC R4, 2015)
    Elena Ferrante, Lying Lives of Adults (BBC, 2020)


    Available now

    57 minutes

    #BBCRadio4 #BBCArchiveOn4

    #ArundhatiRoy #EdnaOBrien
    #SylviaPlath #AudreLorde
    #MayaAngelou #JeannetteWinterson
    #MargueriteDuras #ToniMorrison
    #JackieKay #ElenaFerrante

    bbc.co.uk/programmes/m001k7s1

  4. Writing Our Mothers
    Archive on 4

    ‘Mothers have such a weight of idealisation and expectation landed upon their bodies and their minds and what women writers can do is to take that apart and explore
    its underbelly,’ says feminist writer Jacqueline Rose.

    Whether worshipped or vilified, treated as lifetime confidantes or rarely trusted, the mothers we meet when we write them are re-inventions. Some may be closer to the
    truth than others. Many of them will have roots in the life experiences of the daughter-writer. Virginia Woolf, who lost her mother at the age of 13, said she was obsessed with writing her mother. Eventually she also argued that it was ‘the occupation of the woman writer to kill’ what she called ‘The Angel in the House’ – the perfect, self-sacrificing mother – who may well have been her own maternal influence.

    Drawing on interviews with Maya Angelou, we hear how for her to write her mother was to ‘write about a hurricane in its perfect power’. She describes how the influence of a mother who ‘abandoned’ her as a child forced her most urgent examinations of class, race and, importantly love. In another frank interview with Marguerite Duras from 1968, she describes writing as a search for connection with her raging and ‘mad’ mother. For Sylvia Plath, the process of writing about becoming a mother herself in the 1950s produced work of a psychic intensity rarely seen before.

    What the archive ultimately reveals is that a mother, whether present or absent, loving or cruel, might be as formative an influence on a writer’s work, as in life. ‘When I read about motherhood, I want to be shaken loose from whatever limitations I have when I think about what that means,’ says the writer Siri Hustvedt.

    With contributions from Susie Orbach, Jacqueline Rose, Kit de Waal and Siri Hustvedt, and narration from Amaka Okafor.

    Produced by Sarah Cuddon
    A Falling Tree production for BBC Radio 4

    Archive sources:
    Desert Island Discs with Arundhati Roy (2017)
    A Chance to Meet ... Edna O'Brien (1971)
    Sylvia Plath, Peter Orr interview (1962)
    Audre Lorde, Pacifica Radio Archives and Academy of American Poets www.poets.org
    Maya Angelou, BBC News (1985)
    Jeannette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (BBC, 1990) and Face To Face (BBC, 1994)
    Marguerite Duras, Worn Out With Desire To Write (1985)
    Toni Morrison, Brief Encounters (BBC, 2001)
    Jackie Kay, Book of the Week (The Waters Company for BBC R4, 2015)
    Elena Ferrante, Lying Lives of Adults (BBC, 2020)


    Available now

    57 minutes

    #BBCRadio4 #BBCArchiveOn4

    #ArundhatiRoy #EdnaOBrien
    #SylviaPlath #AudreLorde
    #MayaAngelou #JeannetteWinterson
    #MargueriteDuras #ToniMorrison
    #JackieKay #ElenaFerrante

    bbc.co.uk/programmes/m001k7s1

  5. Writing Our Mothers
    Archive on 4

    ‘Mothers have such a weight of idealisation and expectation landed upon their bodies and their minds and what women writers can do is to take that apart and explore
    its underbelly,’ says feminist writer Jacqueline Rose.

    Whether worshipped or vilified, treated as lifetime confidantes or rarely trusted, the mothers we meet when we write them are re-inventions. Some may be closer to the
    truth than others. Many of them will have roots in the life experiences of the daughter-writer. Virginia Woolf, who lost her mother at the age of 13, said she was obsessed with writing her mother. Eventually she also argued that it was ‘the occupation of the woman writer to kill’ what she called ‘The Angel in the House’ – the perfect, self-sacrificing mother – who may well have been her own maternal influence.

    Drawing on interviews with Maya Angelou, we hear how for her to write her mother was to ‘write about a hurricane in its perfect power’. She describes how the influence of a mother who ‘abandoned’ her as a child forced her most urgent examinations of class, race and, importantly love. In another frank interview with Marguerite Duras from 1968, she describes writing as a search for connection with her raging and ‘mad’ mother. For Sylvia Plath, the process of writing about becoming a mother herself in the 1950s produced work of a psychic intensity rarely seen before.

    What the archive ultimately reveals is that a mother, whether present or absent, loving or cruel, might be as formative an influence on a writer’s work, as in life. ‘When I read about motherhood, I want to be shaken loose from whatever limitations I have when I think about what that means,’ says the writer Siri Hustvedt.

    With contributions from Susie Orbach, Jacqueline Rose, Kit de Waal and Siri Hustvedt, and narration from Amaka Okafor.

    Produced by Sarah Cuddon
    A Falling Tree production for BBC Radio 4

    Archive sources:
    Desert Island Discs with Arundhati Roy (2017)
    A Chance to Meet ... Edna O'Brien (1971)
    Sylvia Plath, Peter Orr interview (1962)
    Audre Lorde, Pacifica Radio Archives and Academy of American Poets www.poets.org
    Maya Angelou, BBC News (1985)
    Jeannette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (BBC, 1990) and Face To Face (BBC, 1994)
    Marguerite Duras, Worn Out With Desire To Write (1985)
    Toni Morrison, Brief Encounters (BBC, 2001)
    Jackie Kay, Book of the Week (The Waters Company for BBC R4, 2015)
    Elena Ferrante, Lying Lives of Adults (BBC, 2020)


    Available now

    57 minutes

    #BBCRadio4 #BBCArchiveOn4

    #ArundhatiRoy #EdnaOBrien
    #SylviaPlath #AudreLorde
    #MayaAngelou #JeannetteWinterson
    #MargueriteDuras #ToniMorrison
    #JackieKay #ElenaFerrante

    bbc.co.uk/programmes/m001k7s1

  6. Ella sólo escribió... Y sin saberlo, derramó el sonido del río en mis labios...🎐✨

    Una nunca se baña en el mismo caudal dos veces... 🍂🍂🍂

    #escritoras #Sylviaplath #Proyecciónastral

  7. Ella sólo escribió... Y sin saberlo, derramó el sonido del río en mis labios...🎐✨

    Una nunca se baña en el mismo caudal dos veces... 🍂🍂🍂

    #escritoras #Sylviaplath #Proyecciónastral

  8. “Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn.”

    Sylvia Plath, #author of The Bell Jar

    #books #writers #quotes #literature #SylviaPlath #Plath #TheBellJar #bookstodon @bookstodon #bookstagram #reading #writing #booksky #readingcommunity #BookTok #book #booklovers #bookish #Bookwyrm #bookworm #booklover

  9. “Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn.”

    Sylvia Plath, #author of The Bell Jar

    #books #writers #quotes #literature #SylviaPlath #Plath #TheBellJar #bookstodon @bookstodon #bookstagram #reading #writing #booksky #readingcommunity #BookTok #book #booklovers #bookish #Bookwyrm #bookworm #booklover

  10. “Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn.”

    Sylvia Plath, #author of The Bell Jar

    #books #writers #quotes #literature #SylviaPlath #Plath #TheBellJar #bookstodon @bookstodon #bookstagram #reading #writing #booksky #readingcommunity #BookTok #book #booklovers #bookish #Bookwyrm #bookworm #booklover

  11. “Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn.”

    Sylvia Plath, #author of The Bell Jar

    #books #writers #quotes #literature #SylviaPlath #Plath #TheBellJar #bookstodon @bookstodon #bookstagram #reading #writing #booksky #readingcommunity #BookTok #book #booklovers #bookish #Bookwyrm #bookworm #booklover

  12. “Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn.”

    Sylvia Plath, #author of The Bell Jar

    #books #writers #quotes #literature #SylviaPlath #Plath #TheBellJar #bookstodon @bookstodon #bookstagram #reading #writing #booksky #readingcommunity #BookTok #book #booklovers #bookish #Bookwyrm #bookworm #booklover

  13. Poe M

    I had a lovely chat with Mr. Poe.
    The Tell-Tale Heart is dead you know.
    Twas in a gutter where he lay,
    De Grave is the special of the day,
    and Sylvia's supper is silence-fraught,
    'neath airless glass forever caught,
    while Emily's friends assist her decay.
    Did I hear a fly buzz when a chariot
    rolled away?
    
    Here, death comes to the so-called gifted too,
    with shriveled face and a pompous hairdo
    to hand out the awards with a toothy grin.
    She gives me one more honorable mention,
    old as the hills with the hand of a child,
    scribbles on a page, satisfied smile, 
    simple-minded pupils, but they'll catch her gaze,
    feasting on the tutor's highly-seasoned praise.
    
    I leave with a bitter taste on my tongue, 
    my thoughts on writers who died too young, 
    and fossils mumbling weird poetry, 
    leaving no room at the table for me.
    
    The soup's rather tasteless, though I am sure it is wet. 
    Pardon me, but I've already 'et, 
    and I've had my fill of "no" and "not yet,"
    So I won't be ordering from your menu, 
    thou Poet Laureate.

    June 1988 (rewritten June 2026)

    #1988 #bellJar #bitterTaste #cloche #creativeDisappointment #darkHumor #darkLiteraryHumor #deathAndPoetry #EdgarAllanPoe #EmilyDickinson #gothicLiterature #gothicPoetry #hauntedBanquet #honorableMention #literaryCriticism #literaryGhosts #literarySatire #macabrePoetry #outsiderPoet #People #poetLaureate #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #poetryAndFailure #poetryAwards #poetryContest #rejectedPoet #surrealPoetry #SylviaPlath #writersLife #Writing
  14. Poe M

    I had a lovely chat with Mr. Poe.
    The Tell-Tale Heart is dead you know.
    Twas in a gutter where he lay,
    De Grave is the special of the day,
    and Sylvia's supper is silence-fraught,
    'neath airless glass forever caught,
    while Emily's friends assist her decay.
    Did I hear a fly buzz when a chariot
    rolled away?
    
    Here, death comes to the so-called gifted too,
    with shriveled face and a pompous hairdo
    to hand out the awards with a toothy grin.
    She gives me one more honorable mention,
    old as the hills with the hand of a child,
    scribbles on a page, satisfied smile, 
    simple-minded pupils, but they'll catch her gaze,
    feasting on the tutor's highly-seasoned praise.
    
    I leave with a bitter taste on my tongue, 
    my thoughts on writers who died too young, 
    and fossils mumbling weird poetry, 
    leaving no room at the table for me.
    
    The soup's rather tasteless, though I am sure it is wet. 
    Pardon me, but I've already 'et, 
    and I've had my fill of "no" and "not yet,"
    So I won't be ordering from your menu, 
    thou Poet Laureate.

    June 1988 (rewritten June 2026)

    #1988 #bellJar #bitterTaste #cloche #creativeDisappointment #darkHumor #darkLiteraryHumor #deathAndPoetry #EdgarAllanPoe #EmilyDickinson #gothicLiterature #gothicPoetry #hauntedBanquet #honorableMention #literaryCriticism #literaryGhosts #literarySatire #macabrePoetry #outsiderPoet #People #poetLaureate #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #poetryAndFailure #poetryAwards #poetryContest #rejectedPoet #surrealPoetry #SylviaPlath #writersLife #Writing
  15. Poe M

    I had a lovely chat with Mr. Poe.
    The Tell-Tale Heart is dead you know.
    Twas in a gutter where he lay,
    De Grave is the special of the day,
    and Sylvia's supper is silence-fraught,
    'neath airless glass forever caught,
    while Emily's friends assist her decay.
    Did I hear a fly buzz when a chariot
    rolled away?
    
    Here, death comes to the so-called gifted too,
    with shriveled face and a pompous hairdo
    to hand out the awards with a toothy grin.
    She gives me one more honorable mention,
    old as the hills with the hand of a child,
    scribbles on a page, satisfied smile, 
    simple-minded pupils, but they'll catch her gaze,
    feasting on the tutor's highly-seasoned praise.
    
    I leave with a bitter taste on my tongue, 
    my thoughts on writers who died too young, 
    and fossils mumbling weird poetry, 
    leaving no room at the table for me.
    
    The soup's rather tasteless, though I am sure it is wet. 
    Pardon me, but I've already 'et, 
    and I've had my fill of "no" and "not yet,"
    So I won't be ordering from your menu, 
    thou Poet Laureate.

    June 1988 (rewritten June 2026)

    #1988 #bellJar #bitterTaste #cloche #creativeDisappointment #darkHumor #darkLiteraryHumor #deathAndPoetry #EdgarAllanPoe #EmilyDickinson #gothicLiterature #gothicPoetry #hauntedBanquet #honorableMention #literaryCriticism #literaryGhosts #literarySatire #macabrePoetry #outsiderPoet #People #poetLaureate #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #poetryAndFailure #poetryAwards #poetryContest #rejectedPoet #surrealPoetry #SylviaPlath #writersLife #Writing
  16. Poe M

    I had a lovely chat with Mr. Poe.
    The Tell-Tale Heart is dead you know.
    Twas in a gutter where he lay,
    De Grave is the special of the day,
    and Sylvia's supper is silence-fraught,
    'neath airless glass forever caught,
    while Emily's friends assist her decay.
    Did I hear a fly buzz when a chariot
    rolled away?
    
    Here, death comes to the so-called gifted too,
    with shriveled face and a pompous hairdo
    to hand out the awards with a toothy grin.
    She gives me one more honorable mention,
    old as the hills with the hand of a child,
    scribbles on a page, satisfied smile, 
    simple-minded pupils, but they'll catch her gaze,
    feasting on the tutor's highly-seasoned praise.
    
    I leave with a bitter taste on my tongue, 
    my thoughts on writers who died too young, 
    and fossils mumbling weird poetry, 
    leaving no room at the table for me.
    
    The soup's rather tasteless, though I am sure it is wet. 
    Pardon me, but I've already 'et, 
    and I've had my fill of "no" and "not yet,"
    So I won't be ordering from your menu, 
    thou Poet Laureate.

    June 1988 (rewritten June 2026)

    #1988 #bellJar #bitterTaste #cloche #creativeDisappointment #darkHumor #darkLiteraryHumor #deathAndPoetry #EdgarAllanPoe #EmilyDickinson #gothicLiterature #gothicPoetry #hauntedBanquet #honorableMention #literaryCriticism #literaryGhosts #literarySatire #macabrePoetry #outsiderPoet #People #poetLaureate #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #poetryAndFailure #poetryAwards #poetryContest #rejectedPoet #surrealPoetry #SylviaPlath #writersLife #Writing
  17. Poe M

    I had a lovely chat with Mr. Poe.
    The Tell-Tale Heart is dead you know.
    Twas in a gutter where he lay,
    De Grave is the special of the day,
    and Sylvia's supper is silence-fraught,
    'neath airless glass forever caught,
    while Emily's friends assist her decay.
    Did I hear a fly buzz when a chariot
    rolled away?
    
    Here, death comes to the so-called gifted too,
    with shriveled face and a pompous hairdo
    to hand out the awards with a toothy grin.
    She gives me one more honorable mention,
    old as the hills with the hand of a child,
    scribbles on a page, satisfied smile, 
    simple-minded pupils, but they'll catch her gaze,
    feasting on the tutor's highly-seasoned praise.
    
    I leave with a bitter taste on my tongue, 
    my thoughts on writers who died too young, 
    and fossils mumbling weird poetry, 
    leaving no room at the table for me.
    
    The soup's rather tasteless, though I am sure it is wet. 
    Pardon me, but I've already 'et, 
    and I've had my fill of "no" and "not yet,"
    So I won't be ordering from your menu, 
    thou Poet Laureate.

    June 1988 (rewritten June 2026)

    #1988 #bellJar #bitterTaste #cloche #creativeDisappointment #darkHumor #darkLiteraryHumor #deathAndPoetry #EdgarAllanPoe #EmilyDickinson #gothicLiterature #gothicPoetry #hauntedBanquet #honorableMention #literaryCriticism #literaryGhosts #literarySatire #macabrePoetry #outsiderPoet #People #poetLaureate #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #poetryAndFailure #poetryAwards #poetryContest #rejectedPoet #surrealPoetry #SylviaPlath #writersLife #Writing
  18. Having spent the week in Yorkshire, I couldn’t resist picking up The Poems of Sylvia Plath, a new landmark edition edited by Amanda Golden and Karen V. Kukil and published just last week. This edition draws on decades of research and almost doubles the content of the 1981 Collected Poems.

    The second image here is from a visit to Plath’s grave at the church at Heptonstall, back in September 2020. I still find it hard to believe that she was only 30 when she died, and yet she produced so much incandescent work.

    #SylviaPlath #Poetry #Poets #Faber #AmandaGolden #KarenVKukil #Heptonstall #Yorkshire #Bookstodon @bookstodon

  19. Having spent the week in Yorkshire, I couldn’t resist picking up The Poems of Sylvia Plath, a new landmark edition edited by Amanda Golden and Karen V. Kukil and published just last week. This edition draws on decades of research and almost doubles the content of the 1981 Collected Poems.

    The second image here is from a visit to Plath’s grave at the church at Heptonstall, back in September 2020. I still find it hard to believe that she was only 30 when she died, and yet she produced so much incandescent work.

    #SylviaPlath #Poetry #Poets #Faber #AmandaGolden #KarenVKukil #Heptonstall #Yorkshire #Bookstodon @bookstodon

  20. Having spent the week in Yorkshire, I couldn’t resist picking up The Poems of Sylvia Plath, a new landmark edition edited by Amanda Golden and Karen V. Kukil and published just last week. This edition draws on decades of research and almost doubles the content of the 1981 Collected Poems.

    The second image here is from a visit to Plath’s grave at the church at Heptonstall, back in September 2020. I still find it hard to believe that she was only 30 when she died, and yet she produced so much incandescent work.

    #SylviaPlath #Poetry #Poets #Faber #AmandaGolden #KarenVKukil #Heptonstall #Yorkshire #Bookstodon @bookstodon

  21. Having spent the week in Yorkshire, I couldn’t resist picking up The Poems of Sylvia Plath, a new landmark edition edited by Amanda Golden and Karen V. Kukil and published just last week. This edition draws on decades of research and almost doubles the content of the 1981 Collected Poems.

    The second image here is from a visit to Plath’s grave at the church at Heptonstall, back in September 2020. I still find it hard to believe that she was only 30 when she died, and yet she produced so much incandescent work.

    #SylviaPlath #Poetry #Poets #Faber #AmandaGolden #KarenVKukil #Heptonstall #Yorkshire #Bookstodon @bookstodon

  22. Having spent the week in Yorkshire, I couldn’t resist picking up The Poems of Sylvia Plath, a new landmark edition edited by Amanda Golden and Karen V. Kukil and published just last week. This edition draws on decades of research and almost doubles the content of the 1981 Collected Poems.

    The second image here is from a visit to Plath’s grave at the church at Heptonstall, back in September 2020. I still find it hard to believe that she was only 30 when she died, and yet she produced so much incandescent work.

    #SylviaPlath #Poetry #Poets #Faber #AmandaGolden #KarenVKukil #Heptonstall #Yorkshire #Bookstodon @bookstodon

  23. Sylvia Plath | Hongos
    [de «The Colossus» 1960]
    "Por la noche, muy
    Blancos, discretos,
    Muy callados.
    Nuestros dedos, nuestras narices
    Se aferran a la tierra
    Recogen el aire."[...]
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    Post by @locagonia
    #SylviaPlath #hongos #locagonia #EscritoresMalditos

  24. Sylvia Plath | Hongos
    [de «The Colossus» 1960]
    "Por la noche, muy
    Blancos, discretos,
    Muy callados.
    Nuestros dedos, nuestras narices
    Se aferran a la tierra
    Recogen el aire."[...]
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    Post by @locagonia
    #SylviaPlath #hongos #locagonia #EscritoresMalditos

  25. La luna sin entristecerse de nada

    observa desde su capucha de hueso.

    Ella la usa para estas cosas.

    Su crujido negro y arrastrado.” Sylvia Plath #poem #sylviaplath

    5 de febrero de 1963

    Traducción del inglés, Mario Bojórquez.

    De Collected poems, edited by Ted Hughes, Harper & Row, Publishers Inc., N. Y., 1992.

  26. La luna sin entristecerse de nada

    observa desde su capucha de hueso.

    Ella la usa para estas cosas.

    Su crujido negro y arrastrado.” Sylvia Plath #poem #sylviaplath

    5 de febrero de 1963

    Traducción del inglés, Mario Bojórquez.

    De Collected poems, edited by Ted Hughes, Harper & Row, Publishers Inc., N. Y., 1992.

  27. La luna sin entristecerse de nada

    observa desde su capucha de hueso.

    Ella la usa para estas cosas.

    Su crujido negro y arrastrado.” Sylvia Plath #poem #sylviaplath

    5 de febrero de 1963

    Traducción del inglés, Mario Bojórquez.

    De Collected poems, edited by Ted Hughes, Harper & Row, Publishers Inc., N. Y., 1992.

  28. La luna sin entristecerse de nada

    observa desde su capucha de hueso.

    Ella la usa para estas cosas.

    Su crujido negro y arrastrado.” Sylvia Plath #poem #sylviaplath

    5 de febrero de 1963

    Traducción del inglés, Mario Bojórquez.

    De Collected poems, edited by Ted Hughes, Harper & Row, Publishers Inc., N. Y., 1992.