Red Comet Quotes

“NEUTRALITY, BOREDOM become worse sins than murder, worse than illicit love affairs,” she told her Smith College students in 1958. “BE RIGHT OR WRONG, don’t be indifferent, don’t be NOTHING.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“Anything to evade the life not lived, the poem not written, the love not realized.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“I lust for him, and in my mind I am ripped to bits by the words he welds and wields...and glory in the temporary sun of his ruthless force.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“She was, [Wilfrid Riley] recalled, "a very clever person, but you couldn't be at ease with her some way. She wasn't with you. She was up in the clouds, always studying poetry, what have you . . . You couldn't sit with her and converse with her like you can normal people." It wasn't pride, he thought, that made her this way. "Shyness came into it. She couldn't lend herself to people. She was a little bit aloof from people, and I don't think she intended to be.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“She was determined to live as fully as possible—to write, to travel, to cook, to draw, to love as much and as often as she could. She was, in the words of a close friend, “operatic” in her desires, a “Renaissance woman” molded as much by Romantic sublimity as New England stoicism.5 She was as fluent in Nietzsche as she was in Emerson; as much in thrall to Yeats’s gongs and gyres as Frost’s silences and snow.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“BE RIGHT OR WRONG, don’t be indifferent, don’t be NOTHING.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“I am a damn good high priestess of the intellect,”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“Plath was determined to play her part, but, as Stevenson’s speech suggests, the odds were against her. She lived in a shamelessly discriminatory age when it was almost impossible for a woman to get a mortgage, loan, or credit card; when newspapers divided their employment ads between men and women (“Attractive Please!”); the word “pregnant” was banned from network television; and popular magazines encouraged wives to remain quiet because, as one advice columnist put it, “his topics of conversation are more important than yours.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“get ignored and trampled. They decompose in the bloody soil of war, of business, of art, and they rot into the warm ground under the spring rains. It is the bold, the loud-mouthed, the cruel, the vital, the revolutionaries, the mighty in arms and will, who march over the soft patient flesh that lies beneath their cleated boots.97”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“It feels like bewilderment and it is. It moves me like a puppet, and I am. In this I have lost freedom.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“And as you and I believe,” she wrote Miriam in the depths of grief, “whatever the cost, the awareness, the leaping up of the heart must remain with us.”143”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“By the time she published Letters Home, Aurelia ascribed her daughter’s suicide to “some darker day than usual.” Lorna Secker-Walker agreed: “One must think of her suicide as a moment of madness, and not really relevant to her life, in a sense. Not what her life was about, really.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“There is no choice. It is like the last stage of a cancer of a mind. You don’t know what you’re doing. You’ve been made crazy by the drugs….I don’t think the world as we know it knows what mental illness”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“Assia came to believe that Sylvia’s suicide had been her fault: “She never, never thought otherwise.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“He had inherited a mother’s responsibilities, and a mother’s lack of freedom, at exactly the moment he had been plotting his escape. But he loved his children too much to abandon them, and he fretted over their future.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“Never was Sylvia mentioned. Never, by anyone.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“that causes some kinds of depression” from her paternal relatives.36 (Aurelia likely told him that three women in Otto’s family, including his mother, had suffered from the disease.)37”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“If only he’d given Sylvia as much “care, thought” as he devoted to some small task, he “could have helped her to live for a lifetime.” “But I depended on a resilience in her that I was too blind to see wasn’t there.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“To Daniel Huws, he wrote bluntly, “No doubt where the blame lies.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“or he may have felt too guilty to speak to Aurelia. Dot was left to shatter Aurelia’s world. Warren and Maggie flew over while Aurelia, lost in grief, remained in Wellesley. She assumed that Sylvia had died of pneumonia until Warren told her, in his February 17th letter from Halifax, the “hard news” that she had died from “carbon monoxide poisoning from the gas stove.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“This may have been the result of random spasms, or she may have tried to get up, too late. Both children probably would have been awake and crying by seven a.m.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“the deadly coal gas would rise—”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“The evil times,” Hughes later wrote, “were those two or three hours between the effects of one dose wearing off, and the effect of the next dose taking hold, in the early morning. In the last paragraph of her diary, she described her fear of the horror of these hours.”105”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“I would have no more interrupted nights. And pity tires the heart. For which thoughts I was to endure long remorse.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“I’d wait for her to pick up a spoon, a sponge or whatever, but she didn’t.” At one point Sylvia realized that Jillian was in the middle of changing Nick’s dirty diaper and said, “Now that’s really beyond the call of duty. Let me do it.”47 But it was already done. Despite some chronological”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“As in the summer of 1953, depression’s “cures” likely made her depression worse.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“In what was probably her last poem, Plath drew on Shakespeare, Greek myth, Graves, de Chirico, Yeats, Teasdale, Lawrence, and Hughes to create art that was utterly new and strange—an alternate poetic tradition for women in the wake of her personal male “desertions” and betrayals. It was as if Plath had finally decided that maternity and poetry, womanhood and ambition, could not be reconciled.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“inspired a mocking determination to give Hughes what he “wanted”—a cold, cruel, childless muse to whom he must sacrifice himself.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“It was an artist’s Eden, the first and last time she could surrender herself solely to her craft. Yaddo was perpetual spring. Plath grafted the world of de Chirico onto Yaddo’s garden.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“To Sylvia, in her depressed state, their love and concern meant more obligation—like the “smiling hooks” of “Tulips.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath