The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Before and After #276: Sylvia Plath



Happy Birthday Sylvia Plath

I do not want much of a present, anyway, this year.
After all I am alive only by accident.
-- Sylvia Plath, from “A Birthday Present”


marietta said...

thanks for sharing the pic.of syvia plaths,poems,ariel.Der see war krank von dem was er trank,usw.nice weekend to the gunslingers ! marietta.

Robert Fiore said...

Some people have less After than others.

estiv said...

Finally consumed The Bell Jar recently - very well-written first novel. Good enough so that the fact that it was her only novel feels like a real loss, even this many years later.