" Come, there's no use in crying like that!' said Alice to herself, rather sharply; 'I advise you to leave off this minute!' She generally gave herself very good advice, (although she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she remembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people.

From Alice in Wonderland

من آمادگی این بزرگ شدن ترسناک که یه هویی توش پرت شدم رو به هیچ وجه ندارم.

April 18

the slime of all my yesterdays
rots in the hollow of my skull

and if my stomach would contract
because of some explicable phenomenon
such as pregnancy or constipation

I would not remember you

or that because of sleep
infrequent as a moon of greencheese
that because of food
nourishing as violet leaves
that because of these

and in a few fatal yards of grass
in a few spaces of sky and treetops

a future was lost yesterday
as easily and irretrievably
as a tennis ball at twilight

Sylvia Plath

Time takes time

یک بی‌ شعوری این آهنگو رو فیسبوک گذاشته بود. باعث شد این نصف شبی‌ مجبور شم غمکو از تو قفس در بیارم یه هوایی‌ بخوره. حالا مگه برمیگرده تو قفس؟.

Conversation Among The Ruins

Through portico of my elegant house you stalk
With your wild furies, disturbing garlands of fruit
And the fabulous lutes and peacocks, rending the net
Of all decorum which holds the whirlwind back.
Now, rich order of walls is fallen; rooks croak
Above the appalling ruin; in bleak light
Of your stormy eye, magic takes flight
Like a daunted witch, quitting castle when real days break.

Fractured pillars frame prospects of rock;
While you stand heroic in coat and tie, I sit
Composed in Grecian tunic and psyche-knot,
Rooted to your black look, the play turned tragic:
Which such blight wrought on our bankrupt estate,
What ceremony of words can patch the havoc?


Sylvia Plath

اصلا به درک. بی‌ وزنم امروز. ترسناکه و لذت بخش. به طرز سمبلیکی اندازهٔ ۹ ماه دیگه پول دارم و برنامه زندگی‌. بعدش سبک میشم ؛ مثل همون کاغذ‌ها در باد. شاید هم نه، مثل باد بادکی که نخش به نرده‌های کنار خیابون وصله

Rehearsal

تموم شد. بچه/گرگ کار خودشو کرد. بالشو چنگ می زنم، عق می زنم.دوباره که چشمامو می بندم کاغذای حمید هامون رو توی باد می بینم