sylvia plath left food for her children so they would not be hungry while a dead mother lay there,not able and attending to their primal needs.
but it’s the most challenging art; to put aside the feverish feeling , that need , that urgency to write because your child needs you. the act of ripping yourself apart from that one line, half a phrase, an emotion swelling in your chest, for a butter and toast is just…
earlier in the day i came across a lovely tweet put out by @PoetNotRockStar
and that is the emotion I can relate to:
https://t.co/tSbl5lMGuv
i never leave it if it’s called a day
how would we know it hurts to love if we have never allowed ourselves to be loved. then we know that to write is like love itself.
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