Monday, 27 October 2014

Sylvia Plath - A Birthday Present

I love this poem.

*Ahem* By my favourite poet, Sylvia Plath.


What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful?
It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it edges?

I am sure it is unique, I am sure it is what I want.
When I am quiet at my cooking I feel it looking, I feel it thinking

'Is this the one I am too appear for,
Is this the elect one, the one with black eye-pits and a scar?

Measuring the flour, cutting off the surplus,
Adhering to rules, to rules, to rules.

Is this the one for the annunciation?
My god, what a laugh!'

But it shimmers, it does not stop, and I think it wants me.
I would not mind if it were bones, or a pearl button.

I do not want much of a present, anyway, this year.
After all I am alive only by accident.

I would have killed myself gladly that time any possible way.
Now there are these veils, shimmering like curtains,

The diaphanous satins of a January window
White as babies' bedding and glittering with dead breath. O ivory!

It must be a tusk there, a ghost column.
Can you not see I do not mind what it is.

Can you not give it to me?
Do not be ashamed--I do not mind if it is small.

Do not be mean, I am ready for enormity.
Let us sit down to it, one on either side, admiring the gleam,

The glaze, the mirrory variety of it.
Let us eat our last supper at it, like a hospital plate.

I know why you will not give it to me,
You are terrified

The world will go up in a shriek, and your head with it,
Bossed, brazen, an antique shield,

A marvel to your great-grandchildren.
Do not be afraid, it is not so.

I will only take it and go aside quietly.
You will not even hear me opening it, no paper crackle,

No falling ribbons, no scream at the end.
I do not think you credit me with this discretion.

If you only knew how the veils were killing my days.
To you they are only transparencies, clear air.

But my god, the clouds are like cotton.
Armies of them. They are carbon monoxide.

Sweetly, sweetly I breathe in,
Filling my veins with invisibles, with the million

Probable motes that tick the years off my life.
You are silver-suited for the occasion. O adding machine-----

Is it impossible for you to let something go and have it go whole?
Must you stamp each piece purple,

Must you kill what you can?
There is one thing I want today, and only you can give it to me.

It stands at my window, big as the sky.
It breathes from my sheets, the cold dead center

Where split lives congeal and stiffen to history.
Let it not come by the mail, finger by finger.

Let it not come by word of mouth, I should be sixty
By the time the whole of it was delivered, and to numb to use it.

Only let down the veil, the veil, the veil.
If it were death

I would admire the deep gravity of it, its timeless eyes.
I would know you were serious.

There would be a nobility then, there would be a birthday.
And the knife not carve, but enter

Pure and clean as the cry of a baby,
And the universe slide from my side.

Saturday, 25 October 2014

The Best Of Bob Proctor

I want to print this off as a huge poster and stick it up in my room!! Tuning my life to more of the below will surely bring good things. (Or at least better than I'm getting right now.)

This image is from Mind Valley Academy.
Click the link for the full size of this image (and read the quotes properly).

Star xx

Thursday, 23 October 2014

Dance Addictions

I've watched all of these videos dozens and dozens of times. They just lift my soullll. c:

Dance Addiction #1.
Style: Contemp/modern & ballet.

The music video to Chandelier by Sia. Maddie Ziegler (who I didn't know of before this video) dances amazingly and really made me nostalgic for my old dance classes. I never thought I'd feel that way again, but... *shrug* life's a bitch.

Dance Addiction #1.
Style: Hip-hop

Found this first on facebook aaaages ago. The choreography is so simple but made powerful by complete synchronisation and loads of energy. And gotta be honest, those girls are just adorable. Double ++ for the kawaii factor.

Dance Addiction #1.
Style: Breakin' and Tricking

When I first found this, I couldn't stop watching it. This is one of those videos that makes you want to tell everyone and then take dance classes. They pull off some phenomenal tricks and also they really look like they're just having fun as well. Love this to pieces.

Star xx

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

Verb: defenestration

  1. a throwing of a person or thing out of a window
  2. a usually swift dismissal or expulsion (as from a political party or office)

... this word really sounds a lot worse that it's meaning would warrant.

Star xx
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