18 mixes with songs by “Sylvia+Plath”

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
-Mark Strand, Eating Poetry (1991)

Nothing beats hearing poets read their own works. :)

Including Ginsberg, Plath, Frost, Whitman, and Wes Swing's folksy renditions of Pound and Eliot.

Photograph of Frost in a field.

in autumn

" ロリータ、わが生命のともしび、わが肉のほむ。わが罪、わが魂。ロ、リー、タ。

舌のさきが口蓋を三歩進んで、三歩目に軽く歯にあたる。ロ。リー。タ。

朝、ソックスを片方だけはきかけて立つ四フィート十インチの彼女はロだ。

ただのロだ。スラックスをはくとローラだ。学校ではドリーだ。

しかし、わたしの胸に抱かれるときの彼女はいつもロリータだ。 "

— Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

4 when you're in clouds

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited. - Sylvia Plath

I mean, no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams.

[Eight tracks including music by Jodphur Sikh Temple Congregati, Leonard Cohen, and Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.]

An homage the best fictional teenage Feminist ever, featuring tracks by Letters to Cleo, Joan Jett, and Sylvia Plath.

Some of it was told to me by a shivering young man who insisted that it's been raining for years, even indoors. "Coming down real hard," he said.
--Charles Simic, The World Doesn't End

Twenty tracks including music by Black Box Recorder, Eels and Feist.

daddy |ˈdadē|
noun ( pl. -dies) informal
a male figure who's main role is to abuse his daughter

For those in their own little Bell Jar.