Category: Artistry and Madness
Though atoms fall straight downward through the void by their own weight, yet at uncertain times and at uncertain points, they swerve a bit – enough that one may say they changed direction. – Lucretius (II 217-220) This was meant to be a tiny minor post and sadly I have another one in its […]
I am too pure for you or anyone. Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God – Fever 103° The opening line to Plath’s electric poem ‘Fever 103°’ asks: ‘Pure? What does it mean?’. Good question Plath, but if I thought answering that was hard enough, The Bell Jar makes things much worse by […]
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