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Dejamos a Sylvia Plath leyendo su poema Lady Lazarus así como el enlace a la lectura de su poema Fever 103, al lado de otros poetas y músicos. Una de las novelas más
estremecedoras que haya leído en mi vida es La Campana de Cristal. Quedé tan estupefacto
y empapado en su relato que, a no dudarlo, puedo decir que fui otra persona
luego de culminada esa pesadilla en la que con ella me imbuí. Luego fue que
vine a sumergirme en su poesía. Es palabra que estremece. Vibración permanente,
sin descanso. Un ser vivo que en realidad no quería morir, no quería cercenar
sus latidos…
“…Amor, amor, el humo a baja altura ondula
a mi alrededor como las bufandas de
Isadora…”
…pero que no pudo evitarlo…
(lacl)
Sylvia Plath
Fever 103
Pure?
What does it mean?
The
tongues of hell
Are
dull, dull as the triple
Tongues
of dull, fat Cerberus
Who
wheezes at the gate. Incapable
Of
licking clean
The
aguey tendon, the sin, the sin.
The
tinder cries.
The
indelible smell
Of a
snuffed candle!
Love,
love, the low smokes roll
From
me like Isadora’s scarves, I’m in a fright
One
scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel,
Such
yellow sullen smokes
Make
their own element. They will not rise,
But
trundle round the globe
Choking
the aged and the meek,
The
weak
Hothouse
baby in its crib,
The
ghastly orchid
Hanging
its hanging garden in the air,
Devilish
leopard!
Radiation
turned it white
And
killed it in an hour.
Greasing
the bodies of adulterers
Like
Hiroshima ash and eating in.
The
sin. The sin.
Darling,
all night
I have
been flickering, off, on, off, on.
The
sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.
Three
days. Three nights.
Lemon
water, chicken
Water,
water make me retch.
I am
too pure for you or anyone.
Your
body
Hurts
me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern——
My
head a moon
Of
Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin
Infinitely
delicate and infinitely expensive.
Does
not my heat astound you! And my light!
All by
myself I am a huge camellia
Glowing
and coming and going, flush on flush.
I
think I am going up,
I
think I may rise——
The
beads of hot metal fly, and I love, I
Am a
pure acetylene
Virgin
Attended
by roses,
By
kisses, by cherubim,
By
whatever these pink things mean!
Not
you, nor him
Nor
him, nor him
(My selves
dissolving, old whore petticoats)——
To Paradise.
Enlace a la lectura de Fever 103
https://youtu.be/eak2Tp1GNkA?si=TIheSWzzZ4GAKyUN
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Lady Lazarus http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esBLxyTFDxE
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Anne Sexton
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfvS_fgbuDI
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Camaron - Como el Agua
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3D4DG5ztaQ
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Paul Winter Consort
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEdh2jXDe5I
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Ezra Pound Con usura
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xn6r2Nm0ZMo
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