How To Use Plath In A Sentence
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It exposes the paradox that Plath's texts cannot be read through biography and cannot be read apart from it.
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It is said that Sylvia Plath used to write villanelles in her science lessons to relieve the tedium of the subject.
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I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. Sylvia Plath
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Sylvia Plath wrote about love, though admittedly not in the lightest or happiest manner.
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Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to. Sylvia Plath
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The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. Sylvia Plath
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Britzolakis writes that ‘Plath reinvents the lyric as the vehicle for a crisis of subjectivity which cannot be confined to a biographical narrative’.
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The area boasts a large artistic community, especially in the bohemian town of Hebden Bridge, where red-eyed stoners rub shoulders with pale-faced pilgrims en route to Sylvia Plath's grave.
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You’re just jealous because a) of my Sylvia Plath’s cat remark a few weeks ago, and b) that my ass outspans your ass by a comfortable margin.
Quiz: how much of a smartass are you? « raincoaster
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The movie focuses on the troubled courtship and marriage of Plath and the poet Ted Hughes.
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The area boasts a large artistic community, especially in the bohemian town of Hebden Bridge, where red-eyed stoners rub shoulders with pale-faced pilgrims en route to Sylvia Plath's grave.
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We can have the age-old debate over whether or not song lyrics are poetry - Kelly's words and form are simpler than Plath's, for instance - but I think the value of Paul Kelly to Australian literary culture is inarguable.
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What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from. Sylvia Plath
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What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from. Sylvia Plath
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Others took the view that Plath was a hysterical self-dramatist, possibly psychopathic, and vastly overrated as a poet.
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Though I recently featured Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton in a Poetry Dispatch, occasionally a critic out there (including my old Yaqui Village friend, Judith Wiker — poet, singer, songwriter, curandera/Eastern healing arts) reminds me: Where are all the women?
Carol ann duffy | mrs. rip van winkle & valentine « poetry dispatch & other notes from the underground
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Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life? Sylvia Plath
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Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life? Sylvia Plath
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Belabored, bejeweled-interestingly, the poem seems closer to the surface flash of many contemporary poems than the severe lineations and stark vivid colors of Plath's late work.
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If there is no innate difference between the substance of Sylvia Plath and a Mr Sheen add – ifyou take all the wild, ritous variety of the creative world and declareit to be identical, forcing each vibrant shape into the drab grey monotone of texthood – then it is you, Herr Doktor, who are running the police state, garbing the populace in prison smocks and shaving their obedient, coweringheads.
Dear Board of Studies « shattersnipe: malcontent & rainbows
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Plath may not have enjoyed what she described as an exhausting evening of burned popcorn and endless storybook reading, but at least she and her charges emerged relatively unscathed.
Slate Articles
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If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed. Sylvia Plath
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Woolf's suicide, like Sylvia Plath 's , have much colored the interpretation of both of their work.
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My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you. Sylvia Plath
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Plath's novel and its melancholy protagonist, whom I would later learn was a thinly veiled version of Plath herself, proved to be the perfect salve for my tortured adolescent mind.
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He believes that "supersensitive" young women may find Plath liberating because she attempts to resist traditional female roles, all the while struggling against her ingrained perfectionism.
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Kiss me, and you will see how important I am. Sylvia Plath
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If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed. Sylvia Plath
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In those months, Plath lived above a slightly dotty old man who was one of the unreliable narrators of the Plath legend and the last person to see her alive (he is played here by Gambon).
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If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed. Sylvia Plath
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It is perhaps best, then, to consider this a new category of elegy with two extremes: those elegies that achieve reconciliation, as some of Plumly's poems do, and those that fail to achieve reconciliation, such as those by Plath.
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Plath and I both used thinly veiled fiction to cope with a very real fear - the death of a loved one.
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Being the most talented Confessional Poet of America, Sylvia Plath takes poem as the way of releasing her emotion.
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Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life? Sylvia Plath
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The film depicts Plath's history of depression and suicide attempts, and follows her stormy relationship with Hughes, right up until her suicide, in 1963.
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Interestingly enough, both writers are suicides - Hemingway shot himself and Plath asphyxiated in a gas oven.
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I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. Sylvia Plath
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Sylvia Plath and the Theatre of Mourning continues this tense push-pull struggle with biography throughout its pages.
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It feels as if Haentjens has things to say about Plath that don't figure in this novel.
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During the years of feminist revilement, Hughes wrote and said little in public about his life with Plath.
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I wish you'd find the exit out of my head. Sylvia Plath
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Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted. Sylvia Plath
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Thus, she argues, Plath's poems enact a theatrical performance rather than a sincere expression of mourning.
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The visiting literati included the poet laureate Ted Hughes and his wife, Sylvia Plath.
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Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life? Sylvia Plath
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I talk to God but the sky is empty. Sylvia Plath
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I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. Sylvia Plath
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I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. Sylvia Plath
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Household items like the blare of the telephone's ring and the oppressive murk of Plath's London lighting scheme distort in her mind to create a homespun hell.
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My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you. Sylvia Plath
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Its short lines are reminiscent of Plath, but it has a restraint that lightens the effect of the lineation.
Vendler on Armitage: the willingness not to make a point…not to be witty
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Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing. Sylvia Plath
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Sylvia Plath's diaries have shown she endured a relationship with Ted Hughes - one in which she subjugated herself and her talent for the greater good of him and his.
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A year later Plath returns to the theme in Three Women, a poem for three voices written originally for radio.
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It has become a commonplace to say of biographies of Plath that they take sides.
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Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing. Sylvia Plath
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By then obsessed with "The Bell Jar, " I chose a passage that I thought showed off the protagonist's growing depression as well as Sylvia Plath's sly humor.
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The thesis is intended, through a textual analysis of The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, to certify that female Bildungsroman has variation on the universal initiation pattern.
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If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth. Sylvia Plath
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My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you. Sylvia Plath
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Plath’s father was a professor of apiology and German at Boston University and author of a book about bumblebees.
Sylvia plath & anne sexton | the art & the artists of self destruction no. 1 « poetry dispatch & other notes from the underground
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Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Sylvia Plath
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This set-up doesn't sit well with Plath, who is torn between adoring her husband and resenting his success.
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Those who care about Plath know all this already; those who don't will only trade in their indifference for excruciation.
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The hardest thing is to live richly in the present without letting it be tainted out of fear for the future or regret for the past. Sylvia Plath
