December 28, 2013 § Leave a comment
I can relate to Sylvia Plath. I recognise her words. It is a dangerous thing to admit, perhaps. But I survived myself, that particular Plath streak and the bell jar, and now I hope to do other things and see differently, beyond the tip of my singular nose.
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And what do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.” — Sylvia Plath
I do not want to live all and every thing, nor to be all and every person. Better: choose, and love, and live.
Reading is dangerous. To assume words. To put on an author. Read disparately and remain critical. Choose these voices as you choose your friends — consciously, for virtue.