Why I want to meet Sylvia Plath
She knows what it feels like….
Sylvia Plath was an American poet, novelist, short story writer, and essayist. Most famous as a poet, Sylvia is also known for The Bell Jar, her semi-autobiographical novel detailing her struggle with depression.
She asphyxiated herself with coal gas from an oven on February, 1963.
I can read The Bell Jar a dozen times and never get tired of it. She’s an amazing poet as well.
I think we would hate each other but it would be one of those love/hate things.
Her husband ran off with my old poetry mentor’s ex-wife and… damn I don’t even remember the story but they were all sleeping with each other, stoned out of their minds on psych drugs and booze, killing themselves, a giant trainwreck.
“The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;
They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.”
The Tulips
i wish i could thank her for making me not feel so alone during my struggle with clinical depression.
i wish i could tell her that even if the bell jar never gets lifted, it’s possible to adjust to life under it, eventually.
i wish i could tell her she was too good for ted hughes, and his poetry was inferior to hers.
Sylvia Plath was an amazing writer. Her book “The Bell Jar” was a masterpiece. I wish she was still alive to write more and that she could have been alive today to get help with anti-depressents/pychotics in order to continue her art. “Pursuit” is an awesome poem written by Plath as well.
She’s been a great influence on my writing, not in terms of style, but choice of topics and things to write about. The brutal honesty in her works has given me a lot of courage. Her journey is every woman’s.