Word: penned
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Sexton's correspondence and conclude that she truly wanted to die. Her tragedy was that she wanted to live on her own intense terms, not merely to survive as an emotional cripple on Thorazine crutches. "Life screams in the head of every artist with his typewriter or his pen, so let it," she writes to a fellow poet undergoing psychiatric treatment. "Write it all down ... anything you write now will be gold later so mine it and don't make the God-damned baskets...
...reliance on family, friends and Pharmaceuticals. Her need for love and reassurance was inexhaustible. "I want everyone to hold up large signs saying YOU'RE A GOOD GIRL," she confesses to Poet W.D. Snodgrass, the "Snodsy" of dozens of mash notes. Sexton could not settle for having ordinary pen pals. Her correspondents were her audience, confessors, advisers and advisees. Editors Linda Gray Sexton, the poet's elder daughter, and Lois Ames, a close friend and estate-designated biographer, make it quite clear that to be on the poet's mailing list could mean finding oneself embroiled...
...middle of a flight to St. Louis to give a reading. I was reading a New Yorker story that made me think of my mother and all alone in the seat I whispered to her 'I know, Mother, I know.' (Found a pen!) And I thought of you-someday flying somewhere all alone and me dead perhaps and you wishing to speak...
...Miller's brilliantly detailed wood engravings that grant My Village the aura of a rare antique rescued from some forgotten attic. David Macaulay has won an international reputation without being able to draw believable people. What he can draw-churches, cities, pyramids-he does better than any other pen-and-ink illustrator in the world. His previous books have examined the construction and administration of those structures; Castle (Houghton Mifflin; $8.95) once again goes through a brick-by-brick assembly, employing crosshatches and thin black lines to evoke a medieval place and period...
...another class, this one in U.S. history, the teacher keeps up a patter of jokes and badinage. A discussion of economic competition sends him off on constant tangents. "I've got to borrow some pens," he says, leaping up and racing around the circle of desks in the room. His point, although garbled, is that pen manufacturers must be careful not to overprice or their products won't sell. When a student volunteers that his Bic pen cost 39¢, it strikes the teacher as a revelation. "Really? Have they gone up that much?" The kids loll back, tittering. "Would...