Reading Plath is both so painful and good at the same time. It's a reading that I had to skim and fragment in order not to risk getting stuck in it. The diaries are the ultimate example of what is not factual truth, but of the experiential truth that we can attribute to every account, to every story. There is a vibrant sensibility between these pages that has stabbed me and also caressed me, made me feel understood. Thank you for having lived, albeit so painfully. Thank you for having left such an important imprint in my heart.

Plath's works are like a double-edged sword. On one hand, they cut deep into our souls with their raw and intense emotions. The pain and turmoil she endured are palpable on every page, making us wince and cringe. But on the other hand, there is a beauty and a power in her words that draw us in and keep us hooked. Her ability to express the inexpressible, to put into words the most complex and profound feelings, is truly remarkable.

As I read her diaries, I felt as if I was peering into her private world, sharing in her joys and sorrows. It was an intimate and moving experience, one that I will never forget. And even though her life was cut short, her legacy lives on through her writing. She has left an indelible mark on the literary world and on the hearts of countless readers.

Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do.

She experienced the same emotions, the same joys and sorrows. She walked the same earth, breathed the same air. But now, she is dead.

I, on the other hand, am the present. I am alive, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin, hearing the sounds of the world around me. But I know that I, too, will pass.

The high moments, the burning flashes of excitement and happiness, come and are gone in an instant. Life is like continuous quicksand, always changing, always moving.

And yet, I don't want to die. I want to hold onto these precious moments, to make them last forever. I want to experience more of life, to learn, to grow, to love.

But I know that death is inevitable. It is a part of life. So, I will do my best to make the most of the time I have, to live each day to the fullest, and to leave a legacy that will be remembered long after I am gone.

Finishing a novel is one thing. But finishing a diary means accompanying a friend to the station, seeing her get on the train and leave. I feel like I have a heartache. Goodbye, Sylvia.

It's not just about the act of seeing her off. It's about the memories and the connection we shared. Every page of that diary holds a piece of our friendship.

As I stand here on the platform, the train slowly pulls away. I can't help but think about all the times we spent together, the laughter, the tears.

Sylvia was more than just a friend. She was a part of my life. And now, with her gone, a part of me feels empty.

But I know that life goes on. I have to find a way to move forward, to create new memories. Maybe one day, I'll look back on this moment and realize that it was a necessary step in my journey.

For now, though, all I can do is say goodbye and hope that Sylvia has a wonderful adventure. Ciao, Sylvia.

E LEI, in lettere maiuscole, fronteggia il suo arcano fluttuare con uno spaventoso «SCRIVI». È come se si stesse imponendo l’imperativo “vivi”, poiché per lei scrivere equivale ad esistere.

Writing is not just a mere act for her; it is the very essence of her being. It is through the written word that she expresses her deepest emotions, her darkest fears, and her most profound thoughts.

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By clicking on the provided link, you can explore the remainder of my musings on Sylvia Plath's diaries. Discover the hidden treasures within her words and gain a deeper understanding of this remarkable writer.

Don't miss out on this opportunity to embark on a literary journey and uncover the secrets that lie within the pages of her diaries.

Traces of a woman who struggles, and gets through it well.

She is a woman who has faced many difficulties in life. But instead of giving up, she has chosen to persevere.

Her determination and hard work have allowed her to overcome obstacles that would have defeated many others.

She has left traces of her strength and resilience wherever she has been.

These traces are a testament to her character and serve as an inspiration to those around her.

Despite the hardships she has endured, she has managed to maintain a positive attitude and find joy in the simple things in life.

She is a true example of what it means to be a survivor and a fighter.

Her story is one that should be told and shared, as it has the power to encourage and motivate others to keep going, no matter what challenges they may face.

This book had excited me and still does. It made me curious and it didn't disappoint, but the heaviness I felt between the pages was truly enormous. A book as heavy as it is interesting.

It's always difficult to read the diaries of writers, and I noticed this with Sylvia Plath. What a twisted yet genius mind Plath had! What a sensitive, sick, interesting, sensual woman, a fragile and particular soul with a heavy life experience behind her.

Reading these diaries was a real inner journey, a journey among the twisted and sick thoughts and here very few happy moments. A journey by no means simple, on the contrary it required a very high level of attention and concentration. Nevertheless, at the beginning it had made me incredibly curious, in the first 100 pages I underlined a lot, then this curiosity faded away, because as the pages turned, one could feel: the illness, the twisted mind, the difficulty of living, psychological problems, family problems and much more.

The most terrifying realization is that so many millions in the world would like to be in my place.

This statement holds a profound truth that often escapes our notice. We may take our own lives and circumstances for granted, not fully comprehending the vast disparities that exist across the globe.

There are countless individuals who face daily hardships, such as poverty, hunger, and lack of access to basic necessities. They dream of having the opportunities and comforts that we might simply assume.

When we consider this, it can be both humbling and overwhelming. It makes us question our own gratitude and the value we place on the things we have.

Moreover, it also compels us to consider what we can do to make a difference. Perhaps it is through acts of kindness, charity, or advocating for social change.

By being aware of the desires of those who would like to be in our position, we can strive to use our privileges and resources to improve the lives of others and create a more just and equitable world.

I share a slightly less articulate piece of Plath's soul. Sylvia Plath, a renowned poet, had a complex and tortured inner world. Her works are filled with raw emotions and profound insights into the human condition. This particular piece that I share may not be as well-known as some of her more famous poems, but it still holds a certain charm and significance. It gives us a glimpse into the hidden recesses of her mind, where her deepest fears, desires, and dreams resided. Through her words, we can sense her struggle with identity, love, and loss. Although it may be less articulate, it is no less powerful in its ability to touch our hearts and make us reflect on our own lives.

The individual is an independently acting, responsible, and conscious being, not defined by labels, roles, stereotypes, or preconceived notions. This is what existentialists assert.

This year, I've included diaries and journals in my list of beloved memoirs. While some prefer the philosophical insights of researched psychology, anthropology, and social biology, I prefer to explore the unalterable aspect of humanity, the human condition, through the individual. The things one discovers by reading personally written words, not intended for publication...

Yes, this is autobiographical literature, but it's more than that. It's a personal thesis, a lecture on life, love, literature, and individualism, a glimpse into mental oppression, an examination of gender roles, and an artist's canvas.

Plath was ambitious: "I am made, crudely, for success." She was a poet before anything else, as I think when reading her words. Poetry is in the cadence and rhythm of her writing, even in her journals. Still, she feared not being a good enough poet and turned to prose due to financial concerns. The Bell Jar is an autobiographical account of her mental breakdown and college leave.

You don't read this book for cohesiveness, as private thoughts lack it. Instead, it's a collection of narrative vignettes. It's the story of a young writer, wife, student, and teacher who loved Dickens and James and wanted to succeed. Sadly, she didn't live to be recognized as a great. Her journals show a raw soul, both saddening and hopeful.

Plath struggled with depression and feared her own mind. Her journals don't detail the events leading to her tragedy, partly because her husband refused to publish some parts. However, she does write about her fears: being seen as promiscuous while men were free, not being loved enough, and losing creativity in marriage.

"I dislike being a girl, because as such I must come to realize that I cannot be a man." She chose her husband, Ted, typed and edited his poems, and thought him a better writer. In the end, he betrayed her, but we don't see those entries. At the end of her marriage, she wrote Ariel, her best poetry collection. Now, I can't wait to read it.

"See each scene deep, love it like a complex faceted jewel. Get the light, shadow & vivid color. Set scene the night before. Sleep on it, write it in the morning."

I've been fascinated by Sylvia Plath for quite some time now. It's not just because of her tragic passing, but rather for the rawness of her writing and the strong woman that she was. Sadly, she endured a great deal in her life.

I absolutely loved getting to read her diaries and getting a closer look at her. However, at times, it felt very wrong to read something so personal. As some reviews pointed out, if I had wanted to give it less than five stars, I might not have wanted to rate this either, and I agree.

But despite the fact that this was at times a difficult read, I truly believe it's a work of some kind of art. I have attempted to write in my journal or diaries before, and I could only dream of ever coming close to her writing. Even though it was for personal use, it was still relatively easy to follow what was going on and it was intriguing to learn more about her.

Her words have a power and a beauty that is truly captivating, and I will continue to be drawn to her work for a long time to come.

One of the literary goals that I promised myself to achieve in 2020 is to deepen the study of the figure of Sylvia Plath:\\n   she who desired the things that in the end destroyed her\\n (paraphrasing one of her own statements contained in these memoirs).

I am slowly climbing the slope: I started from the semi-autobiographical novel “The Bell Jar”, then was charmed by the melancholy collection “All the Poems” and finally arrived at the diaries, which contain the desperate cry of this woman with an obviously insecure and fragile nature, today an undisputed icon of American literature.

It has not been an easy reading, every page was truly a stiletto thrust straight to the heart.

Yet I couldn't help but be curious about her life, to get intoxicated again and again by her uncomprehended genius. I felt the need to intersperse these memoirs with other lighter readings because the existential dissatisfaction that filled her days mingled with mine, so much so that I felt her very close... Almost like a friend. It has been a truly intense emotional and literary journey, one of those stories that insinuate themselves under the skin and change you in some way, leaving an indelible mark; in this case even deeper because it concerns reality and not fiction.

There are only two more pieces missing for me to outline the portrait of her existence: the tormented relationship with her mother - through the correspondence How Far We've Come: Letters to Mother - and the self-destructive one with Ted Hughes.

Here it already transpires how controversial their marriage was, but what we read is only part of the story and, for the sake of completeness, in order to fully understand the complexity and nuances of this union, it is legitimate to consider all the aspects that contributed to defining their relationship. So it seems appropriate to compare it with his version (even if not the official one, but fictionalized)... Therefore very soon it will be the turn of \\"You Said It\\".

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rY2LU...

Fammi essere forte. Forte non solo di sonno e di intelligenza, ma anche forte di ossa e di fibra. Questo è ciò che desidero. Fammi imparare, attraverso questa disperazione, a distribuirmi meglio. A sapere dove e a chi dare. A riempire i brevi momenti e le chiacchiere casuali di quell’infuso speciale di devozione e amore che sono le nostre epifanie. Non voglio essere amara. Vorrei risparmiarmi il finale, quel finale acido citrico aspro che scorre nelle vene delle donne in gamba e sole. Non farmi disperare al punto da buttar via il mio onore per mancanza di consolazione. Non farmi nascondere nell’alcol e non permettere che mi laceri per degli sconosciuti. Non farmi essere tanto debole da raccontare agli altri come sanguino dentro. Come giorno dopo giorno goccia dopo goccia si addensa e si coagula.