...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.
Sylvia PlathRead
It seems this is an age of clever critics who keep bewailing the fact that there are no works worthy of criticism.
Interpretation
The quote critiques critics who complain about the lack of quality in art while failing to appreciate existing works.
Sylvia Plath's quote reflects on the paradox of modern criticism, where critics decry the absence of significant artistic works worthy of analysis. This suggests that instead of merely lamenting the state of contemporary art, critics should engage more deeply with the works available and acknowledge the value and complexity present in them.
In practice
During an art exhibition, one might quote Plath to highlight the importance of engaging with the artwork rather than critiquing its absence.
...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.
The hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted & spoiled out of fear for the future or regret for a badly-managed past.
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.
You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?
I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb.
It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to do on earth. When you come right down to it, I do believe in the freedom of the individual.
I hate being called poet/dramatist/translator/director. 'Poet' covers it all for me.
After a point of time, when you get success and fame, money and everything, the purpose of life has to be redefined. For me, I think that purpose is to build bridges. Artists can do that very easily, more than politicians.
The Moon, the dried weeds and the Pleiades - Seven feet tall the dark, dried weed stalks make a part of the night a red lace on the milky blue sky
Writing is a consequence of having been 'haunted' by material. Why this is, no one knows.
This will be our reply to violence: to make music more intensely, more beautifully, more devotedly than ever before.
Do not write if there is no tremendous urge to do so. At the heart, there must be an inspiration or muse or one of those old-fashioned things. Else, why bore yourself, destroy other people's interest and kill trees?
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