SYLVIA PLATH: A BIOGRAPHY 

SYLVIA AND MARILYN MONROE
SYLVIA AND GIRL-CHATTING
SYLVIA AND HEATHCLIFF
SYLVIA AND CAPOTE
SYLVIA AND TED
SYLVIA AND STELLA DALLAS
SYLVIA AND BETTY GRABLE
SYLVIA AND ARIEL
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SYLVIA AND MARILYN MONROE

“Marilyn Monroe appeared
to me last night in a dream”
—Sylvia Plath
_______________

We were in that empty—
Niagara Falls Bell Tower
after the murder scene

Joseph Cotton helped her—
up off the floor, apologizing
for strangling her to death
_______________

Her handsome lover—
there in the morgue where
she’d fainted in shock

She picked up her lipstick—
and the rest of her spilled
purse on the cold floor

SYLVIA AND GIRL-CHATTING

“Marilyn Monroe “chats” 
with Sylvia Plath. The sex
goddess girl-talks Sylvia.”
—Carl Rollyson, American Isis:
The Life of Sylvia Plath
___________

“Honey, you need a—
decent manicure”
Marilyn said to Sylvia

“Plus a much better—
hairdresser, my dear,
that horrid cut of yours!”
___________

She invited Sylvia—
over for the weekend
with Arthur Miller.

T. S. Eliot was—
there too, fussing
about her WASTELAND.”

SYLVIA AND HEATHCLIFF

“Ted’s friends, who cared
only about poetry, did not
like Sylvia”—Carl Rollyson, 
American Isis: The Life 
of Sylvia Plath
______________

What a grim, gaunt—
bunch of Yorkshire creeps
haunting the moors

Especially Ted Hughes—
such a handsome & hunky
Heathcliff, my dears
____________

Just another one—
of those Mexborough 
moody murderers

Yet Sylvia thought—
she could civilize
the young tough!!!

SYLVIA AND CAPOTE

It was a place of force— 
The wind gagging my mouth”
—Sylvia Plath, “Rabbit Catcher”
________________

At a reading—
given by campy
Truman Capote


Hughes’ sexist—
Homophobia was
quite apparent
_______________

Capote the gay—
Queen flaunting
his homosexuality

Prefiguring Sylvia’s—
forthcoming death
in “The Rabbit Catcher”

SYLVIA AND TED

“Ted Hughes was
baffled by Plath’s
desire to write
popular prose”
—Carl Rollyson, 
American Isis: The 
Life of Sylvia Plath
__________

Ted the brooding—
apparently misanthropic
alarming hoodlum-poet

Sylvia’s ideal butchy—
sullen stud film noir
Male femme fatale
__________

He had all the meanness—
and deadness of modern
Male English Verse

A Yorkshire Killer instinct—
a Mytholmroyd Jack Palance
like in SUDDEN FEAR

SYLVIA AND STELLA DALLAS

“Olwyn suggested Aurelia
was depriving Sylvia of
her place in “our literary
heritage.”—Carl Rollyson, 
American Isis: The Life 
of Sylvia Plath
_________________

How Sylvia strived to—
stir up all the women in
her melodramatic life

Soap Star STELLA DALLAS—
with here ripples in the
vast Tearjerker Sea
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Olive Higgins Prouty—
NOW VOYAGER queen bee
Iconic lib Bette Davis

Then Smith & Cambridge—
Sylvia ever so stylishly
The Marilyn Monroe Poet

SYLVIA AND BETTY GRABLE

“She was no Emily Dickinson”
—Carl Rollyson, American Isis:
The Life of Sylvia Plath
______________

Sylvia needed an—
audience to witness
her Oscar performances

Styling herself as—
cheesecake Betty Grable
glamorizing Cambridge
___________

The same with her—
final act on the BBC
performing DADDY

Sylvia was the—
Lady Gaga of the
Eisenhower Republic

SYLVIA AND ARIEL

“In Ted Hughes, in other 
words, Sylvia had created
a monster”—Carl Rollyson
American Isis: The Life 
of Sylvia Plath
__________

Sylvia realized her—
new dramatic dialog
ARIEL was both

The Story and—
Biographical Climax
of her so-called life
__________

She’d created a—
Pulp Fiction Male
Monster DADDY

Shocking the world—
with her new feminist
Electra Complex
__________

The only problem—
was she’d ended up
like Elsa Lanchester

Simply horrified as—
The Nouveau BRIDE OF 
FRANKENSTEIN!!!!

 KILLER POET LAUREATE

“He looks like Heathcliff; he 
is rough, passionate, forceful”
—Jill Barber
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I was nothing but a Murderer—
Mytholmroyd Hoodlum of the Moors

I slaughtered the English Muse—
Like I caught and killed stupid rabbits

I skinned and gutted them raw—
All bloody there in the kitchen sink
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But Sylvia Plath my American wife—
She hated my guts for doing it

She wanted me to be Wolf in bed—
But not in her clean tidy kitchen

She was afraid of me all the time—
Surely I’d kill her & the kids someday
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What else could she expect from a—
Yorkshire Killer like Jack the Ripper?

The same with Eliot and Auden—
Those pansy British poets of renown

Down on their knees giving me a—
Blowjob for British Poetry posterity
________________

Especially Auden & his nelly lover—
Chester Kallman & his young Gk soldiers

Going down on them in the Acropolis—
In the ancient naked Athens moonlight

These were the nelly British queens who—
Slithered in Britain's Waste Land of Fags
_______________

They clung to me at cocktail parties—
Attracted to my butch Mexborough smirk

The more I scorned and ignored them—
The more they wanted to publish me

It was surely Publish or Perish for them—
They craved my sullen Killer Poet Instinct 
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Something they couldn’t possibly possess—
Even Sylvia when she got me, hated me

As long as there were New England coeds—
And wanton sluts in the poetry readings

She couldn’t be sure I was totally hers—
Especially when Assia put the make on me
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I was a Killer poet, killing both of them—
Gassing them both to death to shut 'em up

Assia the accomplice who helped me shove—
Sylvia's unconscious body deep into her oven

Women were like hunted trapped rabbits—
Caught in my strong hands, choked to death
_____________

The British Empire always ruled by Killers—
A Killer Poet Laureate is just what they need!!!

CADILLAC 

Garish chrome-tittie Cadillac—
Sleek Americana Land Cruiser

Gimme back the Fifties again—
Detroit before the Denouement

Gimme back the Sleek Fins—
That Marilyn Monroe Plush Gush

Gimme back the Good Times—
The Cadillac Consciousness

SALOME (1953)

Nothing like a campy—

Hollywood Sword & Sandal

Biblical Epic to Butch me

Up for Sunday School!!!

To face the Christians—

Slithering every Sunday

Guilting me severely with

Damning demeaning Hell!!!

And to think, my dears—

Christians once back then

Such Fearful Closet Cases

Under the Roman sword!!!

Both Charles Laughton—

And Miss Stewart Granger

Such flaming LA Queens

What Faggy Filmographies!!!

“Salome” tells the story—

About Christian persecution

John the Baptist’s holy head

Plopped on a Silver Platter!!!

How things have changed—

Rome the New Religious Right

Jerry Fartwell & Jimmy Swaggart

Preaching hatred for all Queers!!!

Backed by rabid Mormonism—

And Revered Edie Long Dong

Christians the New Persecutors

Let Salome begin her Dance!!!

SALOME

“At Princeton on Monday a freshman
asked Antonin Scalia to explain his
legal writings comparing sodomy
bans with laws prohibiting bestiality
and murder.”—Juliet Lapidos
The NYTimes December 11, 2012

The exquisite Beardsley—

Illustrations for Salome,

My dear, so very campy

And preciously naughty

The same with campy—

Miss Wilde doing her own

Drag version of his

Kitschy play “Salome”

But Rita Hayworth’s—

Movie of Miss Salome

With the enthralled

Queen Charles Laughton

Takes camp beyond—

The beyond until the

Head of John the Baptist

Gets plopped on the plate

Miss Stewart Granger—

Doesn’t butch things up

Very much either when

It comes to Salome

No matter how many—

Dances of the Seven Veils

It would surely take a

Thousand veils to conceal

Poor John the Baptist—

Didn’t have a chance

Not with Judith Anderson,

Rita Hayworth and Charles

Laughton in the wings

Judge Scalia should ban—

This shocking flick because

Of its sodomy, bestiality

And murder most foul!!!!

The Game Begins

"And now my dears, 

the Game begins......"

The New York Times

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/12/08/us/supreme-court-agrees-to-hear-two-cases-on-gay-marriage.html?_r=0 

Graham Greene: The Enemy Within

By Michael Shelden

“While Norman Sherry is still engaged in writing his hugely detailed, three-volume Greene biography comes this deconstructionist effort by the author of studies of Cyril Connolly and Orwell. Shelden began work intending an "affectionate portrait," but "along the way I kept uncovering unpleasant facts." That is a considerable understatement. Shelden has portrayed Greene as an eternal manipulator, of friends as well as of the world press; as a man whose ostensible religion and politics were shams, whose early books?including the much-admired Brighton Rock?contained reprehensible anti-Semitic elements; and, artistically, as a writer who underwent a decline after The Heart of the Matter in 1948, with only occasional glimpses (as in The Human Factor of 1978) of the huge talents he once possessed. Although Greene was renowned for his louche sexual habits (Shelden asserts he could have authored a splendid guide to the world's best brothels), it has not previously been documented that he had homosexual inclinations. Shelden avers that in his hideaway on Capri, he dallied with young boys, and that there are passages in his work that can only be seen as the product of a gay sensibility. Shelden's scrutiny of Greene's work is scrupulous, and certainly suggests that some reassessment of much of it is in order. In the case of Greene's private life, it is clear that his habitual evasiveness and cunning render many of his actions subject to various interpretations. Shelden's book is certainly an impressive brief for the prosecution, even if this most mysterious of contemporary writers continues ultimately to baffle and elude us.”— From Publishers Weekly