Rough Magic: A Biography Of Sylvia Path

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Hachette Books, 17/03/2009 - 440 páginas
Since her suicide at age thirty, Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) has been celebrated for her impeccable and ruthless poetry, which excels at describing the most extreme reaches of Plath's consciousness and passions. Her work includes the autobiographical novel, The Bell Jar, and such collections as The Collosus, Ariel, and the Pulitzer Prize -- winning Collected Poems. Based on exclusive interviews and extensive archival research, Rough Magic probes the events of Plath's life -- including her turbulent marriage to the English poet Ted Hughes -- in a biography that stands alone in its compassionate view of this fiercely talented, deeply troubled artist.

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Preface
1
Wellesley
34
Full Fathom Five
69
Doom of Exiles
126
Fixed Stars
207
The Bitter Season
275
Edge
291
A Posthumous Life
334
Acknowledgments
365
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Página vii - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Página 27 - Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam; Where the salt weed sways in the stream; Where the sea-beasts...
Página 306 - I think my poems come immediately out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have, but I must say I cannot sympathize with these cries from the heart that are informed by nothing except a needle or a knife or whatever it is. I believe that one should be able to control and manipulate experiences, even the most terrifying — like madness, being tortured, this kind of experience — and one should be able to manipulate these experiences with an informed and intelligent mind.
Página 44 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Página 355 - The last of these contained entries for several months, and I destroyed it because I did not want her children to have to read it (in those days I regarded forgetfulness as an essential part of survival). The other disappeared.
Página 138 - I adored and despised him, and I probably wished many times that he were dead. When he obliged me and died, I imagined that I had killed him.
Página 366 - Americans at the Harry Ransom Humanities Research Center at the University of Texas at Austin.
Página 306 - ... intelligent mind. I think that personal experience is very important, but certainly it shouldn't be a kind of shut-box and mirror-looking, narcissistic experience. I believe it should be relevant, and relevant to the larger things, the bigger things such as Hiroshima and Dachau...

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Teacher and journalistPaul Alexander is the editor of Ariel Ascending, a collection of essays about Sylvia Plath, as well as books on James Dean and Andy Warhol. He lives in New York City, where he is at work on a book about J. D. Salinger.

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