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The Resurrection of Sylvia Plath The Resurrection of Sylvia Plath, poetic excerpts by Marc Goldfinger.
I think Sylvia would agree...
By Steph Chan
If you have read any of Plath's beautiful words- novel or poetry, then read this book; this ode to Sylvia. Goldfinger does a fine and noble job of pulling memories of Plath from her resting place. He writes with her, alongside her; within her and without.
It is a short, but rapturous read, and captures what essence I know of Sylvia Plath very well. As a reader I am left breathless, heart pounding in my ears, with a curious and insatiable urge to hunt down the authors other works.
Marc Goldfinger This is the ultimate book about recovering from hell, even complicated with major mental illness. Do you use when you want to and even when you don't want to? This is the book for you. Drop into my mind and see how it works. You can recover, even if you don't think so. Check it out! Don't wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow never comes. It's always today.
Marc Goldfinger My first impression was when I peered out the narrow window across from my cell and saw the leaves changing color. Then it hit me. Next year, at this same time, I would be watching the leaves change from this same building. My gut wrenched and I sat down on my bunk. I had a few pieces of paper to begin with and I got down on my knees, using my bunk as a table, and began to write. The noise was overwhelming as the mechanical barred doors hummed open and closed. Two years. For me, it began in Maximum Security because I was seen as a "rabbit", someone who was an escape risk. I had been a fugitive for over two years. When the police came for me, my girl-friend and I jumped from the balcony of our 2nd floor apartment and started to run across a field. We heard a shout, "Stop, you m-----f-----s, or we'll shoot", and we turned. There was a line of cops, all in position, with their guns pointed at us. I used to tell people I hung out with in Portland, Oregon, "I'm not leaving to go back to Massachusetts unless they take me in chains." And they did. That was how this book began.