Carley said she saw this and heard my voice in the third panel. While this is true and I would truly say that, I’d like to draw your attention to the alt version below. Paula Dean has Satan’s eyes, and I’d like you all to never forget that. Walk down the magazine aisle and gawk in horror as at least three Paula Dean’s gaze into your soul.
I assume this question was for me to say what I thought of this poem? That definitely could have been clearer, Peter.
As for the poem: DAMN. Sylvia Plath has always had it going on, but I’d never run across this poem. This blew me away. Mind you, I only read it a few times, but I really love the way words are innovative in a pleasant way. She uses words that may be cliche or wordy, but in a way that makes them astonishing. I draw your attention to the fourth to last stanza:
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
This is not a new or thrilling idea, but the personification of the thing within her as a creature like a bird living in the tree (which she has become in the poem) is an incredibly effective image and lets me forgive stanzas like the third which struck me as out of place.I also appreciate that the voice was easy to understand, it was established in the beginning that the author is quoting what the Elm said. One last quick note on the tone: I loved that it started off somewhat dark and moved to very tense, dark imagery towards the end. That subtle tone shift throughout builds reader anticipation and keeps them reading.
I don’t know if that answered your “question”, but I’m going to cut off my editor brain and get back to editing my peers work. Thanks for the poem, Peter!
“So today is the time in which we should cut loose from the threads of previous experiences, wherever they were negative, and deliberately make up our minds that we shall no longer create our future out of the old past. If we have had antagonisms and resentments in the past, today is the only day in which we can change them.”—Ernest Holmes
Here’s the Joaquin Phoenix version from Walk the Line. It really makes me wish there were more mainstream bass singers. Most are baritones or tenors and never scrape bottom like the chosen few. *Swoon*
Also this song is kind of marvelous. If you’ve ever been in love with someone who expects too much… this song will make you feel justified and empowered. Be yourself and be loved for who you are!
I love this song in every version. I just stumbled across Bob Dylan’s version and I think you all should bask in the glory of the 60’s, rambling folk music, earnest vocals, and kickin’ harmonica. I’ll post the one I have with Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon next and you’ll love the comparison!
“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?”—John Lennon
“A lot of men want a woman to mother them. They get with a woman and all they do is regress to the point where you might think he might not be capable to take care of himself at all. I don’t want another mother. I want a woman. I want to rise to the occasion. I want to learn and bask in your glow. I want to protect you and do whatever I can to give you strength. There is no twist to this. I am not about to blow my brains out. You have not cut me up like others have. It’s just this. I want to love you with everything in me. I need your help because I don’t know anything about it. I am suspicious and ready to leave and hit the cold road for the frozen dawn. I am just going to trust you with everything in me. I see now that it’s the only reason to be here. After kissing you, I cannot remember what it was like to kiss any other woman. At this point I am not sure if I ever have.”—Henry Rollins
So creepy that it’s only asking about my “human” memories.
My earliest memory as a human is a snapshot in my brain of a couch I didn’t grow up with, a cat I don’t remember, and someone’s legs in a doorway.
I have a lot of stories from my early life, but not that I remember.
When we lived in Bettles, my mom used to let me sit on her lap and “steer” the truck when she checked the meters for Bettles Light and Power.
When I was about one year old my mom came home to my dad and I sitting on the floor. Dad was reading Goldilocks to try to get me to sleep, and kept using legal terms to describe the story. “Now that’s called breaking and entering.” “That’s destruction of private property.” In the end she was tried in court and went to jail.