Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Life on the page that is for me
Ignatius J Reilly I love you.

Freud found it remarkable
the overcoming of the instinct
that compels us to cling to life.



I always wanted to be a cowboy myself

At least that is what I wanted to be in 1949.


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These days I would settle for less
All I want to be now is to be aware.

ennui
oh boy a new poem
by sylvia what's her face today

Ennui

Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,
designing futures where nothing will occur:
cross the gypsy’s palm and yawning she
will still predict no perils left to conquer.
Jeopardy is jejune now: naïve knight
finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard
of, while blasé princesses indict
tilts at terror as downright absurd.

The beast in Jamesian grove will never jump,
compelling hero’s dull career to crisis;
and when insouciant angels play God’s trump,
while bored arena crowds for once look eager,
hoping toward havoc, neither pleas nor prizes
shall coax from doom’s blank door lady or tiger.
http://www.blackbird.vcu.edu/v5n2/poetr ... /ennui.htm

Page from Plath's copy of The Great Gatsby from HERE