Creative

By Mitch Hamburger, Kate Barlock, and Laura Eckman

Early Life

• Born October 27, 1932

• Father died when she was eight

• Went to Smith College on scholarship– Top of her high school and college class

Later life• Married Ted Hughes and had two

children

• 3 verified suicide attempts

• Ted and Sylvia were separated

• Plath committed suicide shortly after

• Died of Carbon Monoxide poisoning at age 30 with her children sleeping in the other room

The BeastHe was the bullman earliermKing of the dish, my lucky animal.Breathing was easy in his airy holding.The sun sat in his armpit.Nothing went moldy. The little invisiblesWaited on him hand and foot.The blue sisters sent me to another school.Monkey lived under the dunce cap.He kept blowing me kisses.I hardly knew him.

He won't be got rid of:Memblepaws, teary and sorry,Fido Littlesoul, the bowel's unfamiliar.A dustbin's enough for him.The dark's his bone.Call him any name, he'll come to it.

Mud-sump, happy sty face.I've married a cupboard of rubbish.I bed in a fish puddle.Down here the sky is always falling.Hogwallow's at the window.The star bugs won't save me this mouth.I housekeep in Time's gut-endAmong emmets and mollusks,Duchess of Nothing,Hairtusk's bride.

Common Literary Devices

• Free Verse

• Allusions– The Holocaust/World War II– Roman and Greek Mythology

• Similes

Common Topics• Anger

• Death

• Destruction

• Alienation

• Often Autobiographical

I have done it again.One year in every tenI manage it----

A sort of walking miracle, my skinBright as a Nazi lampshade,My right foot

A paperweight,My face a featureless, fineJew linen.

Peel off the napkin0 my enemy.Do I terrify?----

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?The sour breathWill vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the fleshThe grave cave ate will beAt home on me

And I a smiling woman.I am only thirty.And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.What a trashTo annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.The peanut-crunching crowdShoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and footThe big strip tease.Gentlemen, ladies

These are my handsMy knees.I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.The first time it happened I was ten.It was an accident.

The second time I meantTo last it out and not come back at all.I rocked shut

As a seashell.They had to call and callAnd pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

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DyingIs an art, like everything else,I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.I do it so it feels real.I guess you could say I've a call.

It's easy enough to do it in a cell.It's easy enough to do it and stay put.It's the theatrical

Comeback in broad dayTo the same place, the same face, the same bruteAmused shout:

'A miracle!'That knocks me out.There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a chargeFor the hearing of my heart----It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large chargeFor a word or a touchOr a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.So, so, Herr Doktor.So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,I am your valuable,The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.I turn and burn.Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash ---You poke and stir.Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----

A cake of soap,A wedding ring,A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr LuciferBewareBeware.

Out of the ashI rise with my red hairAnd I eat men like air.La

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Literary Criticism

• “Unrestrained, exceedingly personal free verse, often about extreme emotional states”

• “Sense of common humanity”

• “intense focus”

• “Inescapability of violence”

Agreements

• Extreme emotional aspects– “I was ten when they buried you. / At twenty I tried to

die / And get back, back, back to you. / I thought even the bones would do.”

• Intensity– “Not God but a swastika / So black no sky could squeak

through / Every woman adores a fascist / The boot in the face, the brute / Brute heart of a brute like you”

• Violence– “There’s a steak in your fat black heart / And the

villagers never liked you. / They are dancing and stamping on you.”

Quotes from “Daddy”

Disagreements

• Sense of humanity– Contains very dark themes– not extremely relatable

“But they pulled me out of the sack,And they stuck me together with glue.And then I knew what to do.I made a model of you,A man in black with a Meinkampf look”

-“Daddy”

Is there no way out of the mind? -Sylvia Plath