Stark Contrasts: Morning Glory

Thursday, May 16, 2013

The creeper of passion grew,
Waking the mind of the artist...
That morning the purple blue bloomed...
In the sketches of His imagination he drew!

GREATSPEAK

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
Sylvia Plath

I talk to God but the sky is empty.
Sylvia Plath

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.
Sylvia Plath

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.
Sylvia Plath

Is there no way out of the mind?
Sylvia Plath

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
Sylvia Plath

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.
Sylvia Plath

"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt."
— Sylvia Plath

Stark Contrasts

The black the white the gray of life

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Morning Glory

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