Funny, I just noticed that _dorothy_parker is showing her face around these parts... livejournal, that is. Why hello, Dorothy. May I call you Dot? (Oh, why even ask? You know I'll do it anyway, doll.)

I'm having a cocktail party at my place later on. Don't dress for dinner, if you catch my drift. All poets invited, especially famous ones. Emily D., if ( Read more... )

Kayo's out of town for the week. Who's up for a party? Break out your cocktail dresses and your smoking jackets; I'll be there with bells on, so to speak.

Love,
Anne
(that's Mrs. Sexton to you)

Sylvia Plath, I want you to know that you are a bad lay, and that I hope to see far less of you in the future. George feels the same way. I'm not sure how I feel toward Mr. Starbuck at the moment, but at least we can agree on the subject of youI've been awake for far too long, as Lizzie spent hours talking my ear off about her lesbian issues. ( Read more... )

Too true, too true. Everyone worships me. All the time. On their knees.
Well, I've got places to be, people to do. Ta.

--AGHS
Hotter Than You, Esq.

Sometimes, other people just make me so very tired. These are the times that i need a nice cold beer, a pack of Salems, a warm fire, and a Sharon Olds to prop my feet up on.

For some reason I'm being denied access to Pa's journal, and cannot tell her how violent is my need to be in her now king-size bed. No roommate? Extra bed, you say? Piffle. Why not just shove them together, one jutting up against the other, their sheets mingling in rumpled cotton bliss ... and make room for Mrs. Sexton? I'll give you an A, I ( Read more... )

I wish I remembered what happened last night...something about Olds on her knees...

Sharon Olds will not leave me the fuck alone...she is hot though...not quite Eleanor Wilner hot, but well, you get what you've paid for, and she is a bit low class. She's also kind of cute when she begs. Not that I find anyone cute, it's beneath me...like she should be ( Read more... )

My name is Anne Sexton and I enjoy budwiser, salems, waterbeds, and you, if your name is julie.

At night, alone, I marry the bed