... the year without words."

"Endurance was always her
Concern ~

Why must we?
How can we?
Why we must,
How we do ~

'to endure,
somehow to endure.'

It is a theme which reenacts not only
The sustained source of her poetry
But its original impulse as well.
At the age of twenty-eight,
While recovering from a psychotic breakdown
And suicide attempt, she began writing poems
On the advice of her psychiatrist ~

'In the beginning, the doctor said,

'Write down your feelings
Because someday they might mean something
To somebody.'"

~ JD McClatchy,

Quoted message said:

From "Anne Sexton: How to Endure,"
From "Anne Sexton: The Artist and her Critics"

[p. 245]

"And thus I do a death dance, a dance
of the thumb, I lay a snake skin
over the name but it won't erase.
I ink my thumbprint. I drool in a trance
and take spit and blood and wine and aspirin
to make a sauce and wipe it on my face.
Then I bite the page, a strange lover of the dead
and my watch dial sings Hello and the name is fed.
Name, I will drown in you like the mother in vinegar
for I have inherited you, raincheck, a transfer."

~ Anne Sexton,

Quoted message said:

From "Telephone"

[p. 585]

"... for I have inherited you,
Raincheck, a transfer."

"... I heard
It on the grape vine ~ !"
~ Merlot,
That giddy grape

"Black holes do not exist
But an extreme of gravity does.
Mitch ~ Light Falls ~ "
~ Nick

"Correct Nick,
And those fields are understood as
Inverse strong gravity
Zones."
~ nightbat

"... O, cursed spite,
that ever I was born to set it right!"
~ Hamlet,
Act I, Scene 5

"Perhaps, if so, you set your sights,
Your insightful inspiration, your inhaled breath,
Upon your Breadth of Soul,
Your Pithy Wit, Death's

Vanished point, your diminished orthogonal
For a reflecting pool's inspection? If so, perhaps,
Your sails cross The Rubicon,

Where your keystone's center remembers
A major gravitas, an intricate perfected mechanism
That unlocks?"
~ Arrowroot

"The VOID ~ !"
~ Black Chalk

"Perhaps, if you set your astrolabe's sights,
Your inspired breath, your exhalation,
Upon your Breadth of Soul, your Pithy Wit,
Death's

Vanquished point, your anointed two ~ point perspective,
A partnership, your anguish, alas,

Will turn the issue over in disbelief ~
Together, we'll wander through every leveled remark,

Until the grounds are covered, embark upon
The argument surveyed, rendered into this vast form,

Filled with light, traceries
We agree upon, crafted into architecture,

Or at least, together, we'll jump the fence
Framing the vanishing point.
Or at least ...

Vanitas,
We'll dine together at a Feast ~ !

Or at least ...

Vanitas,
We'll dine together, share a Feast ~ !"
~ Twittering

*

"Consider
a girl who keeps slipping off,
arms limp as old carrots,
into the hypnotist's trance,
into a spirit world
speaking with the gift of tongues.
she is stuck in the time machine,
suddenly two years old sucking her thumb,
as inward as a snail,
learning to talk again.
she's on a voyage.
She is swimming further and further back,
up like a salmon ..."

~ Anne Sexton,

Quoted message said:

From "Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty),"
From "Transformations"

[p. 290]

"... for I have inherited you,
Raincheck, a transfer."
~ Twittering

!Be Warned!

Sign
Says ...

~ * ~
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~ * ~ A Sign, A Boarded Shingle
Hung Out TO Dry ~ * ~

! * ! Welcome TO Briarwood * ~ ~
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~ * ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Elevation Graph
Of An Upcoming AscenSION ...

Both courses are sort of flAt.
But the courSe description of an UPcoming
Half InCline, 67%,
Reads ~

'A roLLing course
With some FORMidable inclInes.'

You must BE
Mentally prepared for this GRADE,
Besides
Your nOrmal weekly inCLINE
Of 25%.

The Elevation, meters, as
As follows ~

Start: 55m
Mile 1: 72m
Mile 2: 80m
Mile 3: 81m
Mile 4: 60m
Mile 5: 100m
Mile 6: 148m
Mile 7: 110m
Mile 8: 155m
Mile 9: 159m
Mile 10: 135m
Mile 11: 110m
Mile 12: 90m
Mile 13: 75m

Mile 7 ~ Mile 8, particularly scaRy ~
An incline of rOughly 13% (Am I
Right? Or Left beHIND.)
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!Be Warned!

Oboes sing themselves
Serene ...

~ * ~

"I'm baffled.
I just can't tell what you mean."
~ P Fogg

"Understood.
I am bored."
~ Twittering

*

*
A Torch Song to Sing
With a bevy of angels angling over us ~ !"
~ Folly

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Morning Wood Non ~
Pareil Non ~ Ephemeral Phenomena
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O, yes,
A Forthcoming
Operatic Instruction ~

~ * Milk Bone Trilogy ~
A Thrice ~ Told Tattler Steals a Tale,
Leaves a Trail * ~

Good
Luck Following, Puck ...

And O
So much more ~ *
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* ~

"... waiting for the transfer, I simply stood on the beach,
While rain splashed my face, for,
O, yes, I do know

I've inherited you, my rain ~
Checked transfer. For, you've done for me
What I need not twice do ~ A gift,

You've bequeathed,
A gift, a different ticket outward, a ticket's transfer
For another far ~ away

Enchanted land,
The story you swallowed,

Told
Once, left for me,

To unravel,
The reversal ..."
~ Twittering

"There are always two stories ~
The one we tell,
The one left untold."
~ Ann Patchett,
On the death of her friend Lucy Greahly

Twittering One said:

"Closer and closer
comes the hour of my death
as I rearrange my face, grow back,
grow undeveloped and straight ~ haired.
All this is death.
In the mind there is a thin alley called death
and I move through it as
through water.
My body is useless.
It lies, curled like a dog on the carpet.
It has given up.
There are no words here except the half ~ learned,
the Hail Mary and the full of grace.
Now I have entered the year without words."

~ Anne Sexton,

Quoted message said:

From "For the Year of the Insane,"
From "Live or Die" 1963

[p. 132]

You've no idea how encouraged we all are by your recent obsession with
Anne Sexton, who committed suicide at age 46. Say, how old are you now?

Quoted message said:

You've no idea how encouraged we all are by your recent obsession with

Anne Sexton, who committed suicide at age 46. Say, how old are you
now?>

We can only hope. If she doesn't do it, I think someone will do it for
her.

Quoted message said:

You've no idea how encouraged we all are by your recent
obsession with Anne Sexton,

I am an unabashed bush-basher, not that it matters.
I am not a habitual Twittering-basher, she isn't bush.

But Twittering has to explain herself how this is relevant to
any worthy cause in this world, except try and encourage
people to "Kick the Bucket" soon. If trying to contain the
exploding population is the goal, I must mention that this
is a very slow way. Try nuking instead.

"You've no idea how encouraged
We all are by your recent obsession with Anne
Sexton,

Who committed suicide, age 46.
Say,
How old are you now?"
~ TheWhizzerO

"O, yes,
I took a second look, I realize, O, how critically
Crucial, how central, how brilliantly, Ms.
Sexton's poems stand in the canon.

How could anyone have ever
Doubted, placed her second to Plath ~ ?

46, you say, O, alas,
How very young ~ Albeit 4 years beyond
Daddy

[Mine,
Not Sylvia's]."
~ Twittering

"O, how critically
Crucial, how central, how brilliantly,
Ms.
Sexton's poems

Sparkle the canon.
O, how inspired, her alchemy."
~ Twittering

"I am an unabashed bush ~ basher,
Not that it matters.
I am not a habitual Twittering ~ basher,
She isn't bush.

But Twittering has to explain herself
How this is relevant to any worthy
Cause in this world,

Except try and encourage
People to 'Kick the Bucket' too soon.

If trying to contain
The exploding population is the goal,

I must mention this is a very slow way.
Try nuking instead."
~ N3th3rd

"Heck, yeah ~ !
Must be a REALLY slow day for you, too.
Got nothin' better to do, but
Make Twitter fritter, suffer, fizzle, till no sparkle, left ~ ?"
~ Folly

"All expired fuse,
Burnt crisp, beyond toast ~ Implosion, or
Explosion, or

Burning bush ~ God's spoke words, or
Only an ember, cinder's spark swept upward,

Through flew,
Aloft,

Wind ~ blown
A moment only, before ash, dust,
Fallen back to earth, settles,

Fertilizer
For another's garden,

A seed bed,
But O,

Who sleeps,
Who weeps,
Who sniffs these fleurs,
Who's tears water this earth?"
~ Twitter

"Let the power to answer outcry with insight,

To soar above landscapes ranged with sunbursts
Flowers, ghostly pueblos, sierras of excess

Or canyons of restraint, fall to who invokes
This figure ..."

~ JD McClatchy,

Quoted message said:

From "Fetish,"
From Scenes From Another Life"

[p. 13]

"What miniatures plume the obvious
Even now, seen so clearly through, rushing

Wild to stir a half ~ lit room

Darkness crowns,
Dozing still. A basket of dried petals,

Larkspur, lilac, rose, and violet
Completes what's vanished from the scene ~

Lightening in the breeze ... Victors, vanquished,
And the utterly lost

Come back to cluster in this dream."

~ Virginia Hooper,

Quoted message said:

From "Back to Sleep"

"Twice told,
Once, for me, once
For you, too, to unravel, for reversal's foil silvers
Dreams,

Crystal glass
Goblet, or pristine scene
Seen without you. But O, if only you,
Too ..."
~ Twittering

"There are always two stories ~
The one we tell,
The one left untold."
~ Ann Patchett,
On the death of her friend Lucy Greahly

"We'll turn over in disbelief ~ Another
Belief together, icon half yours, half mine,

Our mind, we'll share, wander

Circuitously, navigate through every trail
Marked, chart paths unmarked,

Until further grounds are covered, mapped,
Recorded, memorized, memorialized, Memory's

Lane spanning an earlier trace, now both face
And heart design memoria technica,

Memento
Mori,

A skull, crossed bones,
Cradled from the grave, stumbled upon, wandering

A graveled lane, so very late one soul's night,
A Noir ...

So we embark upon the argument surveyed,
A graveyard construction shift,

Renders this vast form,

Cathect's cross, Cathedra's seat, a chair,
Cathexis bourne,

A cathedral,
A body

Filled with light, traceries
We agree upon, heart's ribbed cage, crafted into architecture,

Or at least, together, we'll jump the fence
Framing the vanishing point.
Or at least ...

Vanitas,
We'll dine together, share a Feast ~ !"
~ Twittering

"The story you swallowed,

Told
Once, left for me,

To unravel,
The reversal ..."
~ Twittering

"There are always two stories ~
The one we tell,
The one left untold."
~ Ann Patchett,
On the death of her friend Lucy Greahly

"Twice told,
Once, for me, once
For you, too, to unravel, for reversal's foil silvers
Dreams,

Crystal glass
Goblet, or pristine scene
Seen without you. But O, if only you,
Too ..."
~ Twittering

"We'll turn over in disbelief ~ Another
Belief together, icon half yours, half mine,

Our mind, we'll share, wander

Circuitously, navigate through every trail
Marked, chart paths unmarked,

Until further grounds are covered, mapped,
Recorded, memorized, memorialized, Memory's

Lane spanning an earlier trace, now both face
And heart design memoria technica,

Memento
Mori,

A skull, crossed bones,
Cradled from the grave, stumbled upon, wandering

A graveled lane, so very late one soul's night,
A Noir ...

So we embark upon the argument surveyed,
A graveyard construction shift,

Renders this vast form,

Cathect's cross, Cathedra's seat, a chair,
Cathexis bourne,

A cathedral,
A body

Filled with light, traceries
We interlace, heart's ribbed cage, craft's architecture,

Or at least, together, we'll outleap that fence,
That privit hedge, our priviledge, to speak, to say ~

Frame the vanishing point.
Not least, remember ...

Vanitas, remember those forsaken,

Then we'll say, Thank You,
We'll dine together, share a Feast ~ !"
~ Twittering

"A body

Filled with light, traceries
We interlace, heart's ribbed cage, craft's architecture,

Treetop's cradlesong,
A wind, willows, whispering ~

Together, we'll outrun the wind, that cocky
Clock's secondhand,

Swept through the quarters of an hour,
Or our heart's chamber,

Together, pocket our memory, a gold chain fob
Dangling a pendulum ~

Tick ~ Tock
Tick ~ Tock Tick ~ Tock Tick ~ Tock
Tick ~ Tock

Unpack later, or unpack now?
That privet hedge, our privilege,

To speak,
To say ~

Frame the vanishing point within this gilded
Golden moment, say what needs
Said,
Not least, remember ...

Vanitas, remember those forsaken, forgotten.

Then we'll say, Thank You,
We'll do better. We'll work harder,
For others to have better.

We'll dine together, share a Feast ~ !"
~ Twittering

"Ms.
Sexton's poems

Sparkle the canon.
O, how inspired, her alchemy.

But, O, how dangerous, how risky, to plumb
Such depths ...

For what, if one day,
One cannot return back to today, find one's

Present page again, if left
Too long alone,

Nothing
To come back to?"
~ Folly

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2. Getting Things Straight
3. Disguises
4. Wising Up
5. Departures
6. No Heat
7. A Sparrow Is on the Roof
8. House ~ Proud
9. Everything I've Got Belongs to You
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Lemonwood's Color, A Scheming
Scream Schemes ...
Hue, or Tone?
O,
Gone to Snakewood?

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10. No Time Like the Present
11. In the Long Run
12. Foods for Thought
13. Water, Water Everywhere
14. Nice Eyes
15. The Best of Both Worlds
16. Quoth the Raven
17. Willie with a Taste for Gore
18. Bully for Sarah
19. Seen

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"I read today through that Book of Ours ~
A nightbreeze must have paged it back
Past the empty days since to entries
With a script as dark as last night's
Dream of you. Back to the Letter Scene

What was left to write, suite to loft ..."

~ JD McClatchy,

Quoted message said:

From "Scenes From Another Life"