Thursday, October 7th, 2010

"But Now You're Dead": The Never-Before-Seen Ted Hughes Poem

TED HUGHES POEM"In a final coda to one of literature's great doomed romances, a previously unseen poem by Ted Hughes was published Thursday in which he describes the dark last days leading up to Sylvia Plath's suicide." And here's a dramatic reading!

Jim Behrle recently changed his name to American Poetry.

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Annie K. (#3,563)

That is BRILLIANT and if Ted didn't write that, he should have. But why isn't Jim — if that's Jim — wearing a shirt? Was it hot out?

Matt (#26)

He's okay, but he's no Jim Morrison.

Multiphasic (#411)

You only say that 'cause the camera didn't pan down far enough.

Oh, you mean Hughes.

keisertroll (#1,117)

Can't wait for Ted Theodore Hughes' accounts of his meeting with So-crates.

saythatscool (#101)

This should work up the Sylvia Plath maenads into a lather. Maybe they can all stick their heads into a collective oven in a show of solidarity.

God, I'm bitter.

kneetoe (#1,881)

Is that different than a convection oven?

I hear heads exploding all over the Seven Sisters colleges, in dorm rooms and English Deparments. Not too many left to put in an oven.

Miles Klee (#3,657)


Ben McPhall FTW

dntsqzthchrmn (#2,893)

He's good, but think of what Franco could have done with it.

By the way, where the hell was that filmed?

BeRightBack (#59)

Oh, The Awl. Just when I was about to give up on you for good, you reel me back in something as wonderful as this.

BeRightBack (#59)

*with. Oh, what's the use of the approval of an obvious illiterate?

(did I accidentally just quote Sylvia Plath's last thoughts? Perhaps)

Vaquero (#315)

This one time, Ted Hughes wrote me a poem asking me to help him find his ass, but he wrote "as." And I was all, "Dude, I don't know where your as is. Maybe it's in the oven with your wife?"

BeRightBack (#59)

One time, Ted Hughes wrote to ask me if I knew anything about Ass Purger's Syndrome. I filed a restraining order.

Vaquero (#315)

That totally reminds me of the time Ted called me up and asked me if I knew any Shakespearean ass puns and I said, "You bet Judas I do." And he said, "What are they?" And I yelled, "No wonder your wife killed herself, you're too stupid to live, but too stupid to know it. Ass! hole!"

LondonLee (#922)

Sylvia Plath, being an American, couldn't be Poet Laureate – of England anyway which I assume is what "Ted" is referring to.

Yes, I am totally missing the real point of everything.

saythatscool (#101)

We got a poet laureate here, too. Right now it's W. S. Merwin.

LondonLee (#922)

Oh, and knowing who Sylvia Plath was got me laid once. So I'll always like her for that.

kneetoe (#1,881)

Talk about easy.

Honey, back in the 70's you wouldn't have copped a feel under the table if you hadn't known who Sylvia Plath was.

kneetoe (#1,881)

I hate the way it leaves you wondering if he ever found those darn brown shoes. "DID YOU CHECK UNDER THE BED." Oh right, he's dead too.

Edith Zimmerman (#5,210)

This is great.

Ronit (#1,557)

This is awesome.

oudemia (#177)

Assia Wevill gets bupkis. Again.

Offing the kid too was against International Poetry Olympic rules of fair play.

oudemia (#177)

And her work was derivative.

SpruceBringsteen (#7,838)


Classless from start to finish. This is a dick move. I'm disappointed in you, Awl.

Lady Babalon (#247,150)

@Jeremy Mesiano-Crookston … I agree whole-heartedly. After just listening to a brilliant radio show featuring Ted and his poetry/Life, I find this whole farce way off-base. But, MOSTLY because the idiotic responses from those who didn't realize the poem was a JOKE, is more proof that one of the greatest poets who ever lived, continues to be misunderstood, even in death. And it was Sylvia who rode Ted's coat-tails to the top, not the other way around. ~Lady B~

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