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| Woody Allen as literary critic... |
Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses.
The sap
Wells like tears, like the
Water striving
To re-establish its mirror
Over the rock
That drops and turns,
A white skull,
Eaten by weedy greens.
Years later I
Encounter them on the road----
Words dry and riderless,
The indefatigable hoof-taps.
While
From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars
Govern a life.
Poem © Sylvia Plath
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A rather weird scene from a great movie: Annie Hall. Woody's analysis of Plath's work is totally laughable. But I guess it's supposed to be like that? (After all, Annie Hall is a comedy.) Worth renting the DVD just to hear his sarcastic opinion of SP. Still, it remains a great comedy :-)
ReplyDeleteP.S. Be sure and take a long peek at ARIEL. Pure Genius :-)