I read a little, and some poetry too. Plath has always eluded me. Her relationship With Ted Hughes--gad, he was a strange man, At the least I call him a user and crass, But Plath? A wisp of fragrant air, dis- appearing, and then again. She comes too. _________________________________

I like Plath, but I think a little Zoloft could have done her wonders.

Quite the tortured soul, it would seem. A person not quite meant for the life she was cast into. A stranger in a strange land. I never really had more than a passing understanding of what the thoughts and feelings behind her work must have been. And reading her has always left me a little skrewed up in the head. But I enjoyed it none the less.

never mind Plath, cop some of this... The Darkness seeps across the room. My bed a pale reflection. A shaft of light penetrates the dark, in the corner, a noise, a movement, a feeling of utter dread. oh god, no it can't be, can it? it is. Its a Sex and the City special. thats pure Wings mcClafferty that. enjoy.

hey you lot cop this move. Tonight its not bright for me no sight oh the plight of my lack of sight i think i feel a fright oh no AND A BIGHT! my bum is still tight but it can't stop the brown matter. What a corker. Check me out you muthas'

She was ok - a bit self obsessed. However, not as good a poet as her husband became. {Whether he became that poet because of his treatment of her (and his next partner) is a completely different question though...} But Sylvia wrote a few poems that will be read in the centuries to come. And that's immortality of sorts.

I appreciate her more as I get older. I used to think she was narcissistic to a fault, and not a happy narcissist, obviously. You're familiar with her poem "Daddy"? There is an absolutely riotous parody of it called "Mommy" written in the voice of Sadie the dachshund by Jill Ciment. It's in the poetry collection "Unleashed: Poems by Writers' Dogs edited by Amy Hempel and Jim Shepard. An excerpt: "You do not do, you do not do Any more, pig's hoof On which I have chewed like a rat For six hours in the in the dark Barely daring to breathe or bark..." When I went to Amazon to look up the editors for you, it flipped me to the page with the right poem, just by clicking "more" under the title. I don't know if it will work for you the same way, but here's the URL: http://www.amazon.com/Unleashed-Poems-Writers-Amy-Hempel/dp/0609803794/ref=sr_1_1/102-7443513-9613729?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1173258851&sr=8-1 or maybe here, using the side arrows to see both pages of it: http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0609803794/ref=sib_fs_top/102-7443513-9613729?ie=UTF8&p=S00J&checkSum=6%2F9b4SUBFtbOWDvtfA4D2SLl%2BDv4UdMPqTNx7RaBtBQ%3D#reader-link

Fixated on death, like Frida Kahlo, disintergrated, self-absorbed, "Dying/Is an art, like everything else./I do it exceptionally well./I do it so it feels like hell./I do it so it feels real."