I never recognized the voice of Syliva who shared my mother's name and beautiful face. I was the angry child, hurt as only a fingerless piano player could be.
Wholesome, well fed, but full of spite and venom. My music was noise, and my noise was dangerous.
It was better that way so that no one would be tainted by my voice, and I m…
I never recognized the voice of Syliva who shared my mother's name and beautiful face. I was the angry child, hurt as only a fingerless piano player could be.
Wholesome, well fed, but full of spite and venom. My music was noise, and my noise was dangerous.
It was better that way so that no one would be tainted by my voice, and I might proceed to death, unhindered by the inexplicable events of the day.
- inspired by the rendition by Patti Smith in the pristine voice of a woman whose definition has come to mean so much to so many, Sylvia Plath.
Until Now
I never recognized the voice of Syliva who shared my mother's name and beautiful face. I was the angry child, hurt as only a fingerless piano player could be.
Wholesome, well fed, but full of spite and venom. My music was noise, and my noise was dangerous.
It was better that way so that no one would be tainted by my voice, and I might proceed to death, unhindered by the inexplicable events of the day.
- inspired by the rendition by Patti Smith in the pristine voice of a woman whose definition has come to mean so much to so many, Sylvia Plath.
BA - 9/1/23