Wanting to Write
“I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can’t be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living. Oh, no, I must order life in sonnets and sestinas and provide a verbal reflector for my 60-watt lighted head. Love in an illusion, but I would willingly fall for it if I could believe in it. Now everything seems far and sad and cold, like a piece of shale at the bottom of a canyon—or warm and near and unthinking, like a pink dogwood. God, let me think clearly and brightly; let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences….”
Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
