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Post by Elle Rush on Mar 25, 2004 13:47:37 GMT -5
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Post by Ken Corbett on Apr 8, 2004 8:34:43 GMT -5
I read all about the neurotic poets, Elle. It disturbs me that genius seems to cling so close to madness, at least with these poets. Some of these persons seemed not to care for their fellow man, just for themself, and gloried in their eccentricity.
Maybe they were happy, who knows.
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Post by Elle Rush on Apr 14, 2004 17:29:20 GMT -5
Definitely truth to that, Ken. Hard to think of such beauty and misery ... Sylvia had 2 children that were in the house when she took her life- I have thought about that part of her story often, sad... hard for anyone to say how they truly were, but the fact is that the poetry is still alive and truly profound at that.
I'm glad you find it fascinating, as well. I am sure that line is what draws me to their works. Madness? Genius? Beauty?Sadness? Maybe their works hold more answers than they did?
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Post by Ken Corbett on Apr 14, 2004 19:21:43 GMT -5
Elle:
Perhaps she had to confront the outer limits of sanity to find her muse, and confronted questions about the purpose of her life and the edges of her beliefs she could not answer ... or found answers so disturbing she could not find peace.
Maybe no one had loved her, and she was unable to express love for herself and others. Why bother when no one cares?
Bleak, I know. As a person who works with mental health specialists on a daily basis, I am told that it is useless to dwell too long on why people damage themselves. There is little insight to be gained, and if you start to understand, then you risk doubting yourself too.
Enough of that, eh?
Where can I read about your new family addition?
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Post by Elle Rush on Nov 15, 2006 22:57:59 GMT -5
I came in to do some reading of Masterful works, and came across this discussion.
It seems an even more valid one now to me.
Strange that it was with my last child that I wandered into this thread.....
he's 2 and a half now. (Noah) Marcus is just 3 months old.
I guess because I adore Sylvia's works and she had children, and yes, she was unloved and so in love with her Poet philandering husband Ted Hughes...
I think of her as dying of heartbreak....
her work is so meaningful, how could she not realize this?
She was bigger than she knew, had more to offer than she knew...
she thought that she was only good when he loved her.
but he didn't.
I understand her in a sad way.
Anyway, she left us with a legacy of her soul.....
and it was a special one.
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Post by Elle Rush on Nov 15, 2006 22:59:15 GMT -5
She was my age when she took her life.
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