plath pony Having babies did indeed remove my desire to write poetry for quite a long time because I feared everything that poured from my hands was an affront to motherhood. My own discomfort and fumbling of the early years and my deep resolve to avoid the recycling of generational trauma led to the smoldering of tiny internal seeds of resentment for the position. Not any toward the children I bore, new (and different this time!) young men in the making, but to the entire institution of mothering and what it is that allows men to create art as women must create people (as insultingly stated and later retracted by Gordon Lameyer in letters to Sylvia Plath). I tossed carved pumpkins to the ground and kicked paintings in half while pregnant and it was my partner, the pumpkin carving painter, who would end up in a temporary stint at the institute for gripped socks a year past my leaving, and years past our expiration date. This entire piece has devolved. Perhaps I'm not that over it. 240221 ... epitome of incomprehensibility OK, that's beautiful. Compact, flowing, thoughtful. It feels finished and whole to me, but I've also thought my writing seemed painfully incomplete when its subject touched on something, well, painful. My ADHD mind can eeeeeasily veer off when I want to avoid stuff, and it's hard to tell when other people will or won't find the result scatterbrained (the in-class "exam" that stressed me out was apparently okay). On a Plath-related note, I've got some sketches of a comic where Sylvia Plath is the main character of the Dead Poets Lounge in some kind of afterlife. Why the main character? ...I feel as if can be sympathetic and critical of her the way I am of myself, though I've never had to fend off Robin Williams accusing me of plagiarism or William Wordsworth asking me to write more about bees (and preferably daffodils). It's all pretty silly, esp. when I nonitpicked the character portrayal in a novel about Lucia Joyce...but I like to imagine that trying to be funny gives me some license. (Comic, if not poetic.) Anyway, Plath's sense of humour is underrated, I think. 240224 ... pony Toni Morrison believed that nobody was beyond critique or discussion, and from whatever source, because living or dead, from whatever part of the world or history, what writers have to say usually has something to do with life and being human. I like this idea of your Plath comic, I bet she'd have as well, if not just terribly sick at her position. 240224 what's it to you? who go blather from