We are trapped in the dark wood of our excoriated sensibility. Abraded and tender, our nerves feel each day as an outrage. We lie sleepless at night, enraged, and finger the keyboard with a violated passion.
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Author's Note
A. Alvarez used the phrase "excoriated sensibility"about Plath. An apt phrase.
*., Gary. More of your fine work here. There's a certain
feeling for me in this poem. I get a sense hat you are holding back. Maybe even feeling furious. I would have not been surprised if, instead of "finger the keyboard", I read instead finger the "trigger".
Echoes of Dante "in the dark wood" great piece!
Yes, Dante *
They say a lusty scream can help. I launched one this morning when I learned about Michigan. It did help. *
Thank you, Lillian.
Thank you, John.
Thank you, Matt.
*., Gary. More of your fine work here. There's a certain
feeling for me in this poem. I get a sense hat you are holding back. Maybe even feeling furious. I would have not been surprised if, instead of "finger the keyboard", I read instead finger the "trigger".
iPad "hat" not "that" Sorry
Thank you, David. The fury comes and goes. Today, a certain calm.
Definitely Plathian.*
Thank you, Amanda.
We lie sleepless at night, enraged,
and finger the keyboard
with a violated passion.--"*"
The opening line brings the Inferno to mind. Especially like the closing image.
violated passion...*
Thank you, Kyle.
Thank you, Sam.
Thank you, Gary.
I feel it. *
Thank you, Neil
"Abraded and tender"--that's the phrase that I take away from this poem.
Good poem, Gary.
"The Savage God" is an excellent book.
Thank you, Bill.
I love this so much, Gary.
Thank you, Frankie.
"our nerves feel each day as an outrage" blew my skirt UP!
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Thank you, Gita.