I just discovered that there exists audio of Anne Sexton reading her poetry. Boy howdy how I love the internet. I requested to be their myspace friend.
I hope they let me in.
I hope I’m cool enough.
This will have to be a CD I purchase in the very near future. Her work is raw, shocking, depressing, with odd bits of hope and beauty softly scattered throughout in the strangest places.
I find not only her work, but her life terribly intriguing and inspiring as well, despite losing her battle raging against the voices inside her head and killed herself at the age of 45.
A friend of mine pointed me in her direction a good decade ago when he read some of the lyrics I was writing in tandem with the paintings I was doing and relating some of the experiences (especially the self doubting ones, the manic ones, and afterwards, the depressing downward spiral ones) I was going through. An obstacle I now recognize and work with. I thank him as it could not have come at a better time for me and gave me a shot in the arm. And most recently I am revisiting her legend and desire to create a boatload of work, despite her obvious mental challenges. She did it anyway.
Basically, she was an ordinary housewife who was encouraged to write poetry to help her manic depression. She was so nervous to do so, that she asked a friend to accompany her to her first workshop.
And then look what happened.
Seems like a good prescription. I think I will continue trying it.
August 19, 2008 | Comments (5) | Views (129)
Serve 6 for only 67 cents!
Now, I realize this was 1947, but for 3 cents more there must have been better options out there to feed six.
If I came home from a long day of holiday shopping and found only this on my table, along with five other people sitting around it, a smile sure as hell would not had been illustrated like it was here on this poor sap.
September 20, 2007 | Comments (3) | Views (175)
I hope Mike finds a better way to tell me when I stink.
A scene like this would terrify me for the rest of my days.
September 19, 2007 | Comments (7) | Views (154)
I am a little uneasy that High School is not required. I know things were different back in 1950, but….
More...September 18, 2007 | Comments (4) | Views (156)
I have decided to start a new segment entitled “sweet finds” (this one from March of 1948)…
My artwork involves vintage collage and I thought it might be interesting to share some of the “unique” finds I come across within the pages of some of these magazines, and blog about their, um, uh, “uniqueness”…
More...September 17, 2007 | Comments (0) | Views (192)
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