Heavy lifting

Random quote of the day:


“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again."

—Sylvia Plath, “Mad Girl’s Love Song”





You can read the entire poem here.

(Thank you, stillnotbored.)



( Illustrated version. )

Disclaimer: The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

Thoughts

From the notebooks, December 6, 1991:


My thoughts are like bottles floating in the ocean,
unconnected to each other except by the sea.
They bob from the depths where they're held
by sea serpents, who peer through their sides
to ponder the paper containing the messages written inside.

The beasts of the deep despair of deciphering,
release their grips and, squalling with glee,
watch as the bottles shoot to the surface
past the brine of repression, the weeds of diversion,
where I receive them with wonder and ponder them fondly.

The original Hurt Locker

Here's poet and Iraqi vet, Brian Turner, reading his poem, "The Hurt Locker," and another wonderful poem about Ishtar. Thanks to adarkjewel for this.