Mike

Some years ago I began to search for recordings of dead writers and poets reading their own work aloud. Before long I found a 1962 recording of Sylvia Plath reading from her last collection of poetry, Ariel. I’m interested in the transmogrifying power of her voice. Hearing her speak from beyond the grave seems to lend weight to the material and elicit a stronger emotional response in me than simply reading her work ever did. I am intrigued and, I think rightly, suspect of this response. I am reluctantly drawn to this recording.