No, I haven't. I'll go today to the library to borrow it. I'm sure it will
be illuminating and helpful.
I was suggested by one of my tutors to join the list - he has read some
poems I wrote last summer. At the time, I was feeling truly desperate.
Anyhow, I am posting one of my poems. Many thanks in advance for reading it
but if for any reason you have no time to go through it, it'll be no great
loss.
In this manner
These are the lumps, these the scars,
the clothes you have put on, the unexpected season
on the asphalt where we'll always live. That cloud
which looks a lot like a teapot already
gone old, or a sick young man's face,
is blue, at a distance.
Although it's nine o'clock, the preparations
have almost finished, distilled poppies,
believing my eyes, leaning from the roof
over the tops of felled pines. But
you are cheating on the title.
And the boat you did not
find was necessary to cross the water,
even though we never looked around. How easy
I could change subject suddenly and few would
notice it, the splash which penetrates
the afternoon hours, still deep in their deafness,
and the rocks you had under your back or the escape
of corrosive substances from the toppled structures -
However, nothing new, if there's room for only one of us
and scarcely out of the house he runs into you,
I run into him, knowing
how much I long for these encounters.
Susanne Massey
----- Original Message -----
From: Andrew Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Saturday, July 01, 2000 12:43 AM
Subject: Re: poets and suicide
> Have you read 'The Savage God' by A. Alvarez?
>
> This would be a good start to the subject perhaps . . . a study
> of creativity and suicide, including his memoir of Sylvia Plath's
> last days.
>
>
> Andy
>
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