W.Va. Blue has notes of interest about Ezra Pound and St. Elizabeths, with a W.Va. hook. Brings to mind Pound’s famous quip: “America is a lunatic asylum” … on some days I could almost agree. Click here to read all about it online.
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Now, speaking of personal struggles, I point you at a nytimes story about the suicide of Nicholas Hughes, son of Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes. Very sad. I think of The Bell Jar, and I think of one of her poems:
WORDS
Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses.
The sap
Wells like tears, like the
Water striving
To re-establish its mirror
Over the rock
That drops and turns,
A white skull,
Eaten by weedy greens.
Years later I
Encounter them on the road—
Words dry and riderless,
The indefatigable hoof-taps.
While
From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars
Govern a life.
— Sylvia Plath
