One of the manuscripts in the permanent exhibition at the British Library that sticks on my memory of Tuesday's brief visit is Sylvia Plath's handwritten note to a publisher about the poem attached, Insomniac. Set aside the aura of the antiquities, it evoked a sharper melancholy for marking our own time with ancient death.
By coincidence, next Monday (December 3rd) the ICA has an evening revisiting Plath's life and work "focusing on the relationship between the visual and verbal". Be warned, folk around town, that the event clashes with the one at the British Library I mentioned the other day, and that both also charge for attendance.
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