Another great piece, Jack. I find it intriguing that the piece can discuss personal tragedy and art fueled by that descent, yet avoid being overdramatic, and actually be insightful in its own right rather than just reactionary.
(09-11-2011, 08:43 PM)Heslopian Wrote: There's something decidedly unpoetic
about Anne Sexton touching her kids.
Sometimes the Boston housewife seems Just imo, I think you can ditch either "sometimes" or "seems"... having both sounds kind of tentative
more akin to dead rock stars than Blake,
Shelley or Frost. Her nihilism, darkling faith, I like "darkling"... there's something a little elegant and sweet about the word.
how she relied on both to live,
the descent into sickness and death.
How teenagers who laud sadness,
and being thought outside the norm,
have claimed her like a grim Scout badge. "grim" isn't strictly necessary, but i appreciate the descriptiveness.
When I think of Sexton I don't think of Blake
poised at his desk for some painter,
I imagine Kurt Cobain doodling the lyrics to "doodling" is a nice touch
a generation's get out clause.
PS. If you can, try your hand at giving some of the others a bit of feedback. If you already have, thanks, can you do some more?