Date: 1963
"Then he started talking about let a equal acceleration and let t equal time and suddenly he was scribbling letters and numbers and equals signs all over the blackboard and my mind went dead."
preview | full record— Plath, Sylvia (1932-1963)
Date: 1963
"At about this point I began to feel peculiar. I looked round me at all the rows of rapt little heads with the same silver glow on them at the front and the same black shadow on them at the back, and they looked like nothing more or less than a lot of stupid moonbrains."
preview | full record— Plath, Sylvia (1932-1963)
Date: 1963
"After that--in spite of the Girl Scouts and the piano lessons and the water-color lessons and the dancing lessons and the sailing camp, all of which my mother scrimped to give me, and college, with crewing in the mist before breakfast and blackbottom pies and the little new firecrackers of ideas...
preview | full record— Plath, Sylvia (1932-1963)
Date: 1963
"I tried to think what I had loved knives for, but my mind slipped from the noose of the thought and swung, like a bird, in the center of empty air."
preview | full record— Plath, Sylvia (1932-1963)
Date: 1963
"Your mind now, mouldering like wedding-cake / heavy with useless experience, rich / with suspicion, rumor, fantasy, / crumbling to pieces under the knife-edge / of mere fact."
preview | full record— Rich, Adrienne (1929-2012)
Date: 1963
"Delicious recollections / float like perfume through the memory."
preview | full record— Rich, Adrienne (1929-2012)
Date: 1999
"'How do you expect to learn anything when you fill your mind with garbage?' he said."
preview | full record— Offill, Jenny (b. 1968)
Date: 1999
"A soul was like a worm in an apple, my mother told me."
preview | full record— Offill, Jenny (b. 1968)
Date: 2002
"There is the story of the mind's temperature neither cold nor celibate."
preview | full record— Rich, Adrienne (1929-2012)
Date: 2003
"Believe the fallen leaf / from one world floats there, / in another, tawny star on the black water, / the soul's cradle, / even when he must pause / to rest his racing heart, / & cannot see it?"
preview | full record— Spaar, Lisa Russ