phoenix_girls sab phoenix girls burn bridges as they pass its jsut their nature they trail invisble feathers and steam slightly in the morning fog phoenix girls burn, all the way down theyre dangerous_angels in the snow 050818 ... pete "let me tell you the ancient legend of the phoenix..." 050819 ... unhinged bobbi she had the need to make everyone she met fall in love with her even if she had no intentions of doing anything with it; she liked to set hearts on fire so she could rize out of the ashes. and yet she complained that no one loved her. she needed to be reborn every night. she went through a lot of ashes. 050819 ... misstree sometimes sigh, then burst into action, breathe fire, burn down cities, godzilla-like and then roast marshmallows and warm themselves by the day's adventure. 050819 ... unhinged (i think this is one of my favorite collective blathes in a long time) 050819 ... egger agrees 050819 ... peyton i looked at her and realized that when she burned she'd take me with her so i held her anyway 051119 ... rage Never trust the fire child her eyes of wild and night never trust the fire child she lives her life alight never trust that fire child the lightening in her mind don't ever trust the fire child her heart too hot to find never trust the fire child that which we hurt have learned don't ever trust that fire child too close you will get burned never trust the fire child the sparks that touch your skin never trust the fire, child for she will draw you in 070313 ... misstree was just chewing on this concept and there's no reason to mistrust the fire children unless you fear death, which would be just plain silly. you want to be just one person your whole life? 070314 ... unhinged the firebird suite -stravinsky 191126 ... epitome of incomprehensibility This makes me think of Sylvia Plath. "Daddy" I can't stand. "Lady Lazarus"? I think it's genius. Wonder if it's the phoenix imagery that makes the difference? It seems to tie everything together. 200702 ... unhinged i pulled ariel off my shelf recently one of my favorite teachers in high school read us...lady Lazarus...daddy? the one where she says 'daddy i'm through' at the end. i can still remember the way she said that last line. she wanted me to be a writer. she gave me pamphlets about good creative writing programs at in state universities. she asked if she could teach my ophelia poem to her subsequent classes i think she is why i never gave up writing thanks mrs lenk 200703 ... e_o_i She sounds like a kickass teacher. :) I didn't have a writing teacher like that for a long time. Not while I was in school. But I met her three years ago. She was the one who said keep working on the novel. But she had to move back to the States. I'm paying her for some editing/comments but I don't know if I can afford much more if I don't get more tutoring classes... Anyway, petty worries aside, yours sounds like an awesome teacher. I suspected your poem was something, too, so I snooped around on the Ophelia blathe. You did that in high school? Damn. The only word that I puzzled over was "revere" but it wasn't a bad sort of puzzlement. Also, I'm a terrible English major: never read OR seen Hamlet. 200703 ... e_o_i Oh, oh, about the Plath poems... I think I came across a little too strong; I don't hate "Daddy" and it's obviously not bad to like it. I find some lines in it powerful and even the sing-song rhyme scheme has a reason. I guess I just think that "Lady Lazarus" covered the same themes better, if those go something like: exploration of suicidal tendencies on a personal and worldwide scope, dissatisfaction with patriarchy, expression of resilience...gah, those sounds cheesy put into abstractions. One of her critics wrote she was giving confessional poetry a bad rap (I can't remember who said this - a male name, British-sounding - I read his article to help a student with a project). I didn't agree with all he said, but I guess a lazy imitator of Plath could be all, "Weird juxtaposition! Unexpected metaphor! I am so sad, look at my sadness!" But Plath herself, whatever her personal faults, was too clever and creative to be the one-note proto-emo some people imagine her as. Then again, some of her WW2 metaphors seem...unearned? Inappropriate, maybe, in the sense of proportion. Like "Fever 103" - does it really make sense to compare a fever to the devastation of Hiroshima? "Daddy" - oh, maybe it's just me being squeamish about the Nazi stuff. I don't know. ...It's not that it has anything to do with me, exactly. I mean, on the (Scottish Canadian) side of my cousin's family that overlaps with mine is Grandpa, who probably survived the war because he was good at engineering. He was fixing vehicles more than being on the front lines, or so he claimed. (He died in 2002.) On her mother's side are Polish Jews who narrowly escaped the Holocaust. To be anyone in Poland during WW2 wasn't the safest bet, but I think about 9/10ths of Jewish people there died in the war. ...Anyway, this is all in the past for me. Living through those times, even from a distance, would be different. And then the Cold War, living under the constant fear of getting nuked. So probably she has more of a right to write about those things than I do. But who doesn't have rights to write? Or rites to right? Who's getting tired and rambly? Anyway, "Lazarus" alluded to the death camps and maybe the nukes with the burning/ash imagery. I guess it just seemed to fit together better because it seemed much more than just a personal complaint. Oh, probably "Daddy" was too. Maybe I just found all the "ooo" sounds annoying. You do not do, you no-good shoe, biting my pretty red heart in two, I'm through, end of essay :) 200703 ... unhinged yeah, i wrote that ophelia poem in high school. we were studying hamlet for our ap exam a few months later but instead of a standard test she gave us a project of creative writing assignments instead. mrs lenk was unapologetically weird and i loved her for it i also gave her saying_saying_away instead of a poetry analysis i was supposed to be doing instead because i hated analyzing poetry...thought it defeated the purpose of reading poetry. she scrawled 'see me' in red pen over the typewritten page. i thought my goose was cooked. she just laughed and asked me i had found it and mentioned she also wanted to teach that to her class the following year as well in retrospect plath can seem trite especially the sing song rhymey stuff but if you think about the state of feminism and women in general during her life she seems a lot more daring to me. i read a lot of her journals at one point...she was tortured by her female body in so many ways. i feel her on that. intimately. 200704 what's it to you? who go blather from