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"'Viciousness in the Kitchen': The Backstory of Sylvia Plath's 'Lesbos'" by David Trinidad

Poet and writer David Trinidad has a new essay on Sylvia Plath: "'Viciousness in the Kitchen': The Backstory of Sylvia Plath's 'Lesbos'" published today on Blackbird out of Virginia Commonwealth University.

For various reasons, the piece had to be published without the images that David intended. So as a complement to the piece, I have agreed to publish the photographs here on the Sylvia Plath Info Blog.

Sylvia Plath and her children at Court Green, spring 1962


Marvin Kane, circa 1961


Cadbury House, 2010. ©Derek Harper


"Lesbos" beach: "the most heavenly gold sands by emerald sea."


Beyond the stone arch, the only cottage in Hicks Court with
"a sort of cement well." Could this be "Quaintways"? 2010, ©Gail Crowther


Lane to "Lesbos" beach, 2010, ©Gail Crowther

"Lesbos" beach, 2010, ©Gail Crowther

"Lesbos" beach, 2010, ©Gail Crowther


Memorial plaque for Kathy Kane


Memorial plaque for Marvin Kane

Comments

  1. Thank you for linking to the essay Peter, it was most interesting and added contextual layers to the poem which I am now rereading. Hope the letter project is going brilliantly and wait for news on its release.

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  2. I love this! Just like Trinidad's piece Hidden in Plain Sight, it reads like an intellectual mystery. I don't know that I've ever commented here before, but thank you so much Peter for keeping up the good work. I've learnt so much through the years.

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  3. What a wonderfully insightful essay, thanks for sharing it Peter. Nothing to do now but re-read "Lesbos" in the Restored Edition, within the context it was intended.
    Richard Marsh

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