My Bell Jar
fallen from the fig tree
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Alfred Stieglitz photographs Georgia Okeefe
"I have stitched life into me like a rare organ"
"Wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air." -Plath
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