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Comment 5 of 5, added on August 9th, 2012 at 5:37 AM.
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Nice blogpost, esailepcly since it matches your mysterious avatar: secrecy
marketing meets personal branding Poetry bombing reminds me of a message I
once found in my Scotch & Soda pants. To Whoever Finds This: you have the
following choices 1. leave it where you found it for someone else to find
it, 2. write a note with date and where you found it, and drop it in the
mailbox, 3. give it to someone else, 4. enjoy it and have a good day. It
was stitched somewhere inside.
Arm from Canada
Comment 4 of 5, added on December 16th, 2010 at 12:00 AM.
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Comment 3 of 5, added on January 13th, 2007 at 1:35 PM.
Insomniac is my favourite poem by Sylvia Plath. I particularly like the
stanza about the pills. And the beginning of the next one
His head is a little interior of grey mirrors.
Each gesture flees immediately down an alley
Of diminishing perspectives, and its significance
Drains like water out the hole at the far end.
That is amazingly well put. I've suffered insomnia since my teens (I'm 34
now). I can vouch she definitely knows what she is talking about.
Gledwood
Gledwood from United Kingdom
Comment 2 of 5, added on November 4th, 2005 at 3:49 AM.
the poem truly speaks of how restless and torturous sleeplessness is. The
confusion affects the person both physically and pyshologically. The way
she depicts the man's pain lets us into the world of a person suffering
from this disease.
charleen from Singapore
Comment 1 of 5, added on August 4th, 2005 at 4:14 PM.
The end of the poem is particularly haunting because it refers to everyone
in the city as being brainwashed, or suffering from the addling disease of
insomnia. The thought of everyone walking around half-dead, half-asleep, is
altogether a creepy image.
Taylor from United States
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Nice blogpost, esailepcly since it matches your mysterious avatar: secrecy
marketing meets personal branding Poetry bombing reminds me of a message I
once found in my Scotch & Soda pants. To Whoever Finds This: you have the
following choices 1. leave it where you found it for someone else to find
it, 2. write a note with date and where you found it, and drop it in the
mailbox, 3. give it to someone else, 4. enjoy it and have a good day. It
was stitched somewhere inside.
Arm from Canada