Water. This one time I was listening to a reading of Sylvia Plath's poem on NPR, "Fever 103" and it was written in this ominous, creepy style. In it there was this line {that I don't exactly know word for word}, "Lemon water, chicken water, water make me wretch." I'm not really sure why I was reminded of that, I guess I really enjoyed the poem. The people who hosted this poetry interpretation thingie, they talked about Sylvia Plath herself. [that's a picture of her] Apparently she was someone who had great poetry writing skills, but was a little strange and suicided around her 30's. Really cool poem though. Hey souffle, have you heard this poem before?
Waterfalls. They look funny. Don't you ever wonder why there's always a bunch of water rushing down the stream? I mean, there is a process involved [mountains...gravity...sunlight-->evaporation...] But it just seems all so strange. Where do you get such heights and such space of elevation? Well, it is a planet after all. Let's not question nature, I guess.
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no polarjelly i havent heard of the poem before..and how does this connect?
well its WATER! glass... half empty/full remember? {sigh..}
lolz yes..i got it.. sheesh.. dotn need to be so exasperated..
But it's fun being exasperated... :D
Ohhh, Sylvia Plath is a truly interesting writer and person.
Do you know how she killed herself?
She stuck her head in the oven.
I'm addicted to documentaries :]
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