So I'd say when I was about 14 I think, I read Sylvia Plath 'The Bell Jar' and went through an angsty teenage phase. Guys the angsty teenage phase has yet to end. Anyway I was so amazed by that book I read most of her poems. Well I had a volume containing all her mature poetry written from 1956 to 63, and I read it cover to cover.
Hurry up Ruby. Well anyway I am actually not a massive fan of her poetry for me its not my thing. There are a few that I like. Disquietted Muses is a fave and it must have been my dads fave because the corner has been folded. It was my dads book before it was mine.
Please don't cringe. Anyway one of my favourite poems in it 'Tale of a Tub'. Guys its not even the whole poem, the rest of the poem is alright, I like the imagery of the trolls and the description of the bathroom. BUt I love this section of it...
'The stranger in the lavatory mirror, puts on a public grin, repeats our name but scrupulously reflects the usual terror'
It has just stuck with me after years. I don't know but I just love that section.
I feel like we all have that moment at some point in our lives where we look in a mirror and we don't recognise ourselves. Not even in a metaphorical way it's like actually 'huh that cant be me'. It's a bit unsettling. To me that is what the section means. And yeah it resonated with me.
Anyway guys see you soemtime
I just thought I would write about that.
See you guys x
