I just finished watching Sylvia, a film about the doomed, jeopardous relationship between poets Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes that ultimately led to Plath's melancholic suicide in 1963.

I have been intrigued by Plath's life story, as well as her work, which are basically one in the same.  She was her own subject when it came to most of her writing.  It's gut-wrenching that she always felt sophomoric and inferior to Hughes.  She ached to be first in his eyes, and when she finally realized he'd never be fully hers, she gave up.  The saddest part of it is that she probably was; he was just incapable of expressing his desire and passion for her.

Nick and the Candlestick
Sylvia Plath

I am a miner. The light burns blue.
Waxy stalacmites
Drip and thicken, tears

The earthen womb
Exudes from its dead boredom.
Black bat airs

Wrap me, raggy shawls,
Cold homicides.
They weld to me like plums.

Old cave of calcium
Icicles, old echoer.
Even the newts are white,

Those holy Joes.
And the fish, the fish-
Christ! they are panes of ice,

A vice of knives,
A piranha
Religion, drinking

Its first communion out of my live toes.
The candle
Gulps and recovers its small altitude,

Its yellow hearten.
O love, how did you get here?
O embryo

Remembering, even in sleep,
Your crossed position.
The blood blooms clean

In you, ruby.
The pain
You wake to is not yours.

Love, love,
I have hung our cave with roses,
With soft rugs-

The last of Victoriana.
Let the stars
Plummet to their dark address,

Let the mercuric
Atoms that cripple drip
Into the terrible well,

You are the one
Solid the spaces lean on, envious,
You are the baby in the barn.


First "Real" Christmas

This Christmas will technically be mine and Jason's first real Christmas together. The past two Christmases I've traveled to Houston to be with family. This year I have a different job that requires my presence this holiday season. I was bummed at first thinking back to each of the 22 Christmases I've spent with my family in the past, but I quickly began to see the silver lining. Jason and I have now started our own tradition and developed a Christmas color theme for our decorations. I even bedazzled a plain ol' $5 wreath by making bows made out of a cute little gingerbread man pattern and attached them to the wreath. As much as I'd like to think I'm a DIY girl, I'm really too lazy, so I was super proud of myself for this creation.

I'm actually not missing out on seeing some of my family. My dad, Rebecca, Meme and Papa are all driving up to take Jason and I out to dinner at 24 Diner. I haven't been yet, but I've heard it's fabulous! They have chicken & waffles with brown sugar butter. How could that be anything other than amazing?

Merry Christmas, Everybody!