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Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

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Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath
Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

Mr. Wen丨 Shi Shu

Editor丨Mr. Shi Shu

<<——Preamble——>>

The film "Love and Love" tells the story of a beautiful and heartbreaking love story between Sylvia Plath and later poet laureate Edward Hughes. The two hearts are attracted to each other in talent and romance, but in the end it is deduced into a sad ending, which makes us fall into this blurred love and hate.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

With "death" as the eternal theme, the movie brings this love into a very deep situation. Death is no longer just the end here, but a special kind of happiness. It is the return from a painful wandering, an opportunity to correct a serious wrong, and a moment of liberation from unbearable shackles.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

In this story, death is not the end, but a relief, the possibility of a new beginning. This unique and thought-provoking expression of emotion allows the audience to feel the depth of life and the vastness of emotions in laughter and tears. It's not just a movie, it's a thought-provoking journey of the mind.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

<< - The loss of the self - >>

The film "The Tragedy of Love" introduces one of Sylvia Plath's most famous poems, "Death":

Death is an art,

Same as everything else.

I can do it extremely well, too.

I'm going to act like I'm in hell.

I'll do it as if I'm there.

I think you might say I'm pretty good at it.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

This poem serves as a prologue, foreshadowing the film's ending as a tragedy, with the protagonist Sylvia Plath's ultimate fate being death. "Death" is a theme that runs through Sylvia Plath's poetry, and in many of her poems she clearly exposes her own madness, psychedelia, extreme melancholy or pain, uncontrollable passion, self-focus, claustrophobia or mania.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath is creating

As a representative of the American confession school, her various vague behaviors are difficult for ordinary people to understand, which is a kind of artist's unique artistic temperament, or a poet's unique poet's temperament. The poet Robert Lowell once said, "Almost all good female poets are either divorced or homosexual." ”

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

Poet Robert Lowell

Sylvia Plath belongs to the category of divorce, and at the age of 30, at the age of 30, she resolutely chose to prove the value of her life in the form of "non-existence" such as death. She is a strange woman and a fierce woman.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath, a woman with personality, self, and talent, has unique feelings and understandings of the value and meaning of the world and life. She believes that the realization of the value of life can only be proved through death, that is, the meaning of "existence" is refuted in a form of "non-existence", so in the end she chose to practice it herself and chose to respond to the call of death.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath's poems at the beginning of the film are met with bad reviews after they are published, which becomes a factor in her life that may be a harbinger of misfortune for the proud. It wasn't until Sylvia saw Edward Hughes's poem "Autumn Friends" and was sucked in by his talent that the two fell in love after the ball, and Sylvia later predicted: "I will die because of him", and they got married and started a normal small family life.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

All this changes too fast, the beauty of life is becoming phantom, and the contradictions intensify when the trivial children's troubles and the increasingly poor life shatter the tranquility of the newlywed. After marriage, Sylvia also used to be husband-centered like a traditional woman.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

She put aside her writing, focused on Hughes, wrote manuscripts and cooked for Hughes, and gradually lost herself. But instead of Hughes's happy smile, she saw a look of accusation, and Hughes thought he would be happier if she was creating rather than doing these "trivial things."

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

I think this is the difference between men and women: men can give but not all for love, while women can give up all for love; men demand more from themselves than careers, while women are required of both virtuous and virtuous and independent and successful careers?

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

A woman's own sensibility determines that women are more likely to take the initiative to sacrifice, and a woman with a lot of personality like Sylvia is no exception. She also had ideals and wanted to become a famous poet, but when she got married, she became an ordinary wife, liked to take care of the housework, liked to make cakes and wait for Hughes to return.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

Until Hughes's poetry was published and he became a famous poet, there was no lack of Sylvia's efforts and support behind all this. However, Hughes did not care about her feelings, and as a successful poet, he accused and taught Sylvia how to become a real poet, how to write good poetry, which is a great torture for a woman who has a strong self-personality and is willing to lose herself for love.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

Two like-minded people can have a lot in common together, and it can be simple and happy. But if both people are egoistic and proud people, maybe one person's success will become the other's pressure, because "jealousy" is at work. Sylvia lost herself not only in the trivialities of life, but also in the success of Hughes.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

In order to continue her creation, they moved back to their original place, and soon after they had children, their lives were chaotic, and all kinds of trivial things gradually cracked their love.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

Hughes was originally an amorous, charismatic and talented man, and even if he loved Sylvia, he simply couldn't do it without "attracting" other women, especially young and beautiful girls, just as Sylvia had been attracted to him in the first place.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

The pressures of life, Hughes's success, and the cooling of their relationship make Sylvia suspicious, suspicious, cautious, and crazy. She calls to investigate and track Hughes's whereabouts, suspects her friend Asia of having an affair with Hughes, and drives away the visiting guests... Sylvia's various drastic practices made Hughes really unbearable, and finally really left her, and finally really stayed with Ahia, just like Sylvia later said "This woman was made by me, and she was cursed by me".

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

Life has grown beyond Sylvia's control, and when she is about to be crushed by life, she has no choice but to leave alone with her two young children. She gave but was not reciprocated, but was hurt more. When two people are together, it must be true love, understanding and freedom, not mutual bondage, and when mutual understanding and trust are lost, the rest can only be mutual torture.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

By the time Sylvia left with her child, she had completely lost herself, she struggled and longed to find herself again, she lost hope in life, and the stress and pain of life turned into the motivation for her to create and express. After leaving, Sylvia tried to regain her lost self in her creation.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

<< -- Struggle and torment on the way back to self -- >>

Silvia thought of suicide when she left with her child, facing the rough sea, the despair and helplessness in the eyes of Silvia in the close-up camera in the movie made the audience truly understand what it means to "mourn more than death", but the children's cries still temporarily called back Silvia, who was about to step into the door of death.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

Temporarily pausing the steps towards death, and turning all the pain and stress brought by life into motivation to write, she said: "Really, I have never been so happy, and I have never written so much, like... Now that he's gone, I'm free, and I can finally write. ”

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

From Sylvia's simple words, it can be seen how much pressure she was under for the once ideal love in her heart when she lived with Hughes. The pressure of family, the pressure of love, the pressure of fame, etc., and after leaving, she was relieved, and she seemed to have an unprecedented catharsis in her creation.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

Working alone with a child, and having to create with the cry of the child, I think this is undoubtedly painful for a woman and a mother. But if the result of the effort is what you expect, then the hard work is worth it, but life can not be changed by hard work alone.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

At this time, Sylvia, who was in despair of life, wrote a lot of poetry in her creation, and also wrote the autobiographical novel "Bell Jar", which was about to be published with her work. Sylvia has a hint of "people are in good spirits at happy events", and her life seems to have some new revelations, she jokingly says: "I want to find a lover", which makes people feel that she seems to have regained the lost self and dignity from her creation, but this is not the case.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

The novel "Bell Jar" can be said to fully express her crazy and psychedelic mental state, and the imagery is rich and unique, full of the author's own disappointment in real life, including love and everything, and the "bell jar" is a central image of the whole book. However, after the book was published, the book review disappointed Sylvia, who once again lost confidence and hope.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

It wasn't until Christmas that Hughes said to come to see the children and her, but she actually had a glimmer of renewed hope, and she thought Hughes would return to her and the children. In fact, Sylvia has a place in Hughes's heart, just like Hughes said to his friend, "I can't go back to her, but I love her so much", "love her" is something that Hughes and Sylvia know, just like Sylvia said "You are with her, there is no way to experience the feeling of being with me".

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

However, when she said "leave her" to Hughes, she heard a desperate response, Hughes said, "I can't, she's pregnant." "It was like a bolt from the blue, and it was absolutely unfair to Sylvia. When she left Hughes and left her, she didn't already have two children, and now she can't return to her because another woman is pregnant.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

While it would be unfair to leave a pregnant woman, could you hurt Sylvia in order to take care of Ashia's feelings?

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

The return of self requires great effort, but not all efforts can achieve the goal of success, because it requires spiritual support and comfort. Hughes's approach was tantamount to giving Sylvia a deep stab, causing her to collapse directly on the way to find and return to herself, and this time Sylvia didn't even have the strength to struggle.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

<< -- "Hope" and Relief in Despair -- >>

When Sylvia heard Hughes's last ruthless reply, she was completely devastated, and chose to go to the end of despair and reopen a new "hope", that is, to be freed from life, that is, to die, and she committed suicide.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

Suicide, a word that modern people will no longer be unfamiliar with, almost everyone who commits suicide has their own reasons, maybe not understood by others, but things are not always understood, not all suicides are cowardly.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

One morning, in that small room, where the two children were still asleep, Sylvia prepared breakfast for them, and then relieved herself in the gas-filled air, giving her "hope" in her despair.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

Perhaps Sylvia's choice to leave was a great disservice to the two children, but the Grim Reaper in her heart never stopped calling her, and the disasters of life had made it difficult for her to resist the "bewildering" voice.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

Life and death are between a person's thoughts, and the pain and joy of life are also between people's thoughts.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

<<·——Conclusion——·>>

Writing about this reminds me, "Go your own way and let others say go." People must have self-dignity, and should maintain self-esteem and dignity to the greatest extent at all times, otherwise when the external things that replace self and dignity disappear, the existence of the individual will eventually lose motivation and courage, which is not only irresponsible for life, but also a kind of desecration of life.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

If you always give up yourself for the sake of others, and accommodate others to wronged yourself, then what is the meaning of life? Although Sylvia finally chose to die, I think her death has a certain value of understanding, because she finally obeyed the call of her self and finally did what she wanted to do, although it was the result of others not understanding or feeling sorry.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

It's not easy to live, but for the sake of meaning, you must not give up easily, and you must muster up the courage to live while struggling.

Gorgeous flowers that are desperately withering under the sun, and the love tragedy of Sylvia Plath

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