irony: i'm commenting on my own journal to note that i am sooo poorly educated in the realm of grammar and sentence structure that i said I wanted something badly...which is incorrect, right? Because badly is an adverb, which would mean that my desire to want is poorly functioning. so redo: i want something so bad, would make more sense. Oh, and for even more laughs...I learned all of this courtesy of Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Yeah so i took grammar 107 in the French language but I learn better from Robert Downey jr.
it's the old "get buried in clean underwear" adage applied to writing. cull your journals ever few years, literally burn shit you're not super hot about since you can't control what happens to it after you're gone.
or you could have an unfinished masterpiece for your children to cash in on with leftover fragments, outlines, and notes.
speaking of children, did you kick back into a sylvia plath phase since her son killed himself a week or so ago?
you're the expert on whether ted was complicit or just a garden variety asshole, or none of the above, but his ovid translations are still amazing.
finally, i can't parse adverbs and adjectives to save my life, and i'm an "editor," ho ho ho. additionally, if a supervillain left me in a deathtrap with sentence-diagramming puzzles, it'd be a real short comic book.
Ah yes! But the problem with me deleting files is I end up frantically looking for them years down the road, after someone says something similar and it sounds so cool and I just wanna scream: "I said it first!!!!"
Sigh. Ted Hughes. Sylvie kills herself, next wife takes the cue and copycats her with their child. And now his son. Nicholas Plath's death may have had something to do with my desire to pick up her journals, not sure. Really really terrible news, particularly for his sister, whose now the only one left. Sigh. Women really do have higher pain thresholds.
I haven't read his Ovid Translations. Just Birthday Letters and his poetic interpretation of a part of The Tempest. I liked them all. I dont so much have a problem separating the art from the artist. He may have been an asshole, but I'm very very guilty of the feeling that the literary world would have suffered had he not been...
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or you could have an unfinished masterpiece for your children to cash in on with leftover fragments, outlines, and notes.
speaking of children, did you kick back into a sylvia plath phase since her son killed himself a week or so ago?
you're the expert on whether ted was complicit or just a garden variety asshole, or none of the above, but his ovid translations are still amazing.
finally, i can't parse adverbs and adjectives to save my life, and i'm an "editor," ho ho ho. additionally, if a supervillain left me in a deathtrap with sentence-diagramming puzzles, it'd be a real short comic book.
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Sigh. Ted Hughes. Sylvie kills herself, next wife takes the cue and copycats her with their child. And now his son.
Nicholas Plath's death may have had something to do with my desire to pick up her journals, not sure. Really really terrible news, particularly for his sister, whose now the only one left. Sigh. Women really do have higher pain thresholds.
I haven't read his Ovid Translations. Just Birthday Letters and his poetic interpretation of a part of The Tempest. I liked them all. I dont so much have a problem separating the art from the artist. He may have been an asshole, but I'm very very guilty of the feeling that the literary world would have suffered had he not been...
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