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Background, context, and transcript: http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2013/07/09/sylvia-plath-spoken-word-tulips-bbc/

Sylvia Plath reads "Tulips": A Rare BBC Recording

The following is a dream that I had 

Imagine a bike, a really big bicycle, sort of like a penny farthing, as tall as a house 
Or maybe a small tree. Imagine Richard out of Richard Judy, standing on Judy’s head and then on top of Richards head prince Phillip stood and then on top of prince Philip head there is a sort of young giraffe standing it was about as tall as that and then imagine a double decker bus and being on the top deck and going right to the front so you can only see the road and you cant see what’s behind you, you just see the road disappearing in front of you, so I could see everything really clearly and it was a time 
When people ruled the streets like they did a hundred years ago, there weren’t many cars and the streets was ‘the’ place to be, I was wobbling from side to side on this bike like a tight rope walker with really bad balance, and I was getting stressed about 
the possibility of falling off and hurting myself and all this time I was stressing I knew there was someone ahead of me I was supposed to be following, you know like when 
your on holiday and on person knows the way to somewhere and you just follow them, but I was on my giant bicycle, I couldn’t see this person I was following but 
I still knew where I was going, I was still following them in some way, which was very bizarre and I passed some amazing places on my travels, one of them was when 
I stopped to watch a Madonna concert, I really don’t know why I stopped, I don’t even like Madonna that much, for some reason I was very keen to the front but of course this proved very tricky on my giant bicycle, and then out the blue the whole 
Crowd just left me alone, and I didn’t know what was going on, so I went close to 
her to watch Madonna, to go up to her and suddenly the whole staged just disappeared and it became this one door, this one blue door, I opened it, as you would, I really don’t know how I got the bicycle through the door, who cares it’s a dream, on the other side of the door was the sea, it was a really clear blue sea, it was completely calm, for some reason, I didn’t look at the sea, my eyes were drawn towards the clouds and the clouds were arranged in a formation that seemed to spell a word and 
I vividly recall the first three letters that were ‘l’ ‘o’ ‘o’, and they seemed to be one 
More letter but I couldn’t quite work out what that was, I think it might have been a k which would have spelt look but then again it might have been a n which would have spelt loon ,which would have made maybe more sense, I don’t think I’ll ever know for sure, anyway, I suddenly felt compelled to ride into the sea and in normal circumstances this would have been highly unwise seeing as I was on a giant b but I remembering entering the sea with real purpose and as soon as I got into the sea the bicycle became this sort of capsule that flew through the water, you know how when dolphins swim really fast they dip in and out and dip in and out of the water, well that’s what it was sort of like it was like being on the back of dolphin and although we 

We were going really really rally fast there was no thought of danger I was just have a really lovely time. As I was going through the sea there were these two other people there next to me, one of them was Max from Neighbours, I don’t know if you watched Neighbours’ but he’s Stephs husband, the one that went a bit mental, the other one was one of these figures that only appear in dreams, they just don’t seem to have a face, They just have a presence, we quickly reached the shore and all of a sudden I was back on the giant bicycle again, the companions were long gone and I was going along a road, a completely empty long road and I had an overwhelming feeling I was in the south France because there were just field upon field of these really tall sunflowers s and I have this sensation of being liberated but yet still following this something or someone, and I rode alone for what seemed like quite a while until I was joined by the horde of cyclists and they were all wearing very tight lycra outfits and suddenly I realised I was part of a race and I reckon it might have been the tour de France and of course I had this massive advantage because they all had regular sized bikes and I had this giant one and recall glancing down and seeing this cyclist look very tired and for some strange reason the cyclist were in some sort of cartoon form, if you’ve ever watched Belle Ville Rendezvous you’re sort know what I mean, 
They were pedalling furiously and seeing them getting competitive, I started getting completive and I stared pedalling faster and faster and I was a bit like that scene from E.T, you know at the end when they are all on the their bikes expect there was just no alien and no spaceship just lots of fields of sunflowers and sped ahead and I didn’t look back, I don’t think at any point in this whole dream I ever looked back. I remember riding towards the top of this big hill and wondering what was on the other side and what might be over the horizon and eventually I reached the top and it was like that scene at the end of Gladiator when Maximus is dying and he’s dreaming of what it will be like in heaven with his wife and his child and its this amazingly beautiful place where the reeds are rustling in the wind, the sort of place you’d love to take your lover to, much like that advert, I think it was for specsavers where two young lovers grew up in did a coouply thing and ran through the fields in beautiful 
Sunlight and normally there is a piano accompaniment very much like this song, that was the place I was at. I arrived at this place and I was still following someone and I went down this windy path which had these amazing fields either side and out of nowhere I just stopped and realised that I didn’t have the foggiest idea where the person I was following had gone, so I stared at the path for a while, it seemed like the 
Right path to go down so went down it and it just faded into nothingness, like so many dreams do. 


Giant Bicycle

'Funeral Blues' (De W.H.Auden )- Tom Hiddleston

Poema 20 de Pablo Neruda en la voz de John Gres

Poema XX -Pablo Neruda

Happy National Poetry Day

Cover from the Two Rivers Press edition; artwork by Sally Castle and Peter Hay
http://tworiverspress.com/

From The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde, read by sidekick

The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe

Mr. Monk and the Employee of the Month

MICRO PABLO NERUDA

Poema Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write for example, 'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.



Pablo Neruda

António Cardoso Pinto declama "Ode à Poesia", de Pablo Neruda. 

Pablo Neruda - Ode à Poesia

For full poem text, plus Eliot on idea-incubation and the mystical quality of creativity, go here: http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2012/09/26/t-s-eliot-on-creativity/

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