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Jan. 31st, 2012
This entry by Sylvia feels almost haunting. One is tempted to see in this the foreshadowing of the darkness and mental illness coming her way as she comes into full adulthood, as the idea of life as a "monumental grotesque joke" becomes too real and unshakable. Though, I may be projecting a little too much into this.
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There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is there, beneath the surface of my understanding, waiting for me to grasp it. It is the same tantalizing sensation when you almost remember a name, but don't quite reach it. I can feel it when I think of human beings, of the hints of evolution suggested by the removal of wisdom teeth, the narrowing of the jaw no longer needed to chew such roughage as it was accustomed to; the gradual disappearance of hair from the human body; the adjustment of the human eye to the fine print, the swift, colored motion of the twentieth century. The feeling comes, vague and nebulous, when I consider the prolonged adolescence of our species; the rites of birth, marriage and death; all the primitive, barbaric ceremonies streamlined to modern times. Almost, I think, the unreasoning, bestial purity was best. Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is.
-- Sylvia Plath Journals, 1950
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There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is there, beneath the surface of my understanding, waiting for me to grasp it. It is the same tantalizing sensation when you almost remember a name, but don't quite reach it. I can feel it when I think of human beings, of the hints of evolution suggested by the removal of wisdom teeth, the narrowing of the jaw no longer needed to chew such roughage as it was accustomed to; the gradual disappearance of hair from the human body; the adjustment of the human eye to the fine print, the swift, colored motion of the twentieth century. The feeling comes, vague and nebulous, when I consider the prolonged adolescence of our species; the rites of birth, marriage and death; all the primitive, barbaric ceremonies streamlined to modern times. Almost, I think, the unreasoning, bestial purity was best. Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is.
-- Sylvia Plath Journals, 1950
"Police Woman" came in
Jan. 31st, 2012 03:20 pm"Police Woman" came in, and, wow, I'm afraid I just made my first mistake on a series. I think I am going to have to cross out 1970s police shows. There goes "Mannix". I am wondering if I should forget about "Fantasy Island", too. "Cheers" may be as far back as I want to go.
True, I have not seen quite all of the first half of the first episode of "Police Woman", but there doesn't seem to be any potential. In the reviews they speak of needing to tone down the sexuality, so that I am wondering if the reviews are a put-on job by the company. The Brady Bunch was sexier.
So, I guess I will be going with "The Shield" next.
I am reminded of the days when I got burned on bad porn.
True, I have not seen quite all of the first half of the first episode of "Police Woman", but there doesn't seem to be any potential. In the reviews they speak of needing to tone down the sexuality, so that I am wondering if the reviews are a put-on job by the company. The Brady Bunch was sexier.
So, I guess I will be going with "The Shield" next.
I am reminded of the days when I got burned on bad porn.