zaterdag 18 april 2009

And listening to Antony’s voice, I cannot but think of Sylvia Plath’s strophes in her terrible poem Lady Lazarus (published after her suicide in the Ariel collection, 1965) :

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.
I guess you could say I’ve a call.

It’s easy enough to do it in a cell.
It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.
It’s the theatrical.

“Lady Lazarus” is a particularly dark and raw poem, even if its theme refers to some rebirth, as a phoenix. So, let us caress the cats and take a walk. Drink a port and buy a chocolate cake. For, at least for today, Spring has no intentions to come back.
Idee link tussen Antony's song en Sylvia's poëem komt van Eric R.
Sylvia Plath leest 'Lady Lazarus'

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