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this is an album of music written from and inspired by the poetry of Sylvia Plath, William Carlos Williams, TS Eliot, Emily Dickinson, Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, and Elise Cowan.

tracklist:
Lady Lazarus - "Lady Lazarus" by Sylvia Plath
Plums - "This Is Just To Say" by William Carlos Williams
Hyacinths - "The Waste Land" by T.S. Eliot + original lyrics
A Loaded Gun - "My Life had Stood - A Loaded Gun -" by Emily Dickinson + untitled poem by Elise Cowan
Song - "Song" by Allen Ginsberg, "Daydreams for Ginsberg" by Jack Kerouac, "East Coker" by T.S. Eliot, + original lyrics

music written and recorded by eden ariel in april 2016.
album art: 'map of new york' by eden ariel.

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released May 1, 2016

Sylvia Plath, William Carlos Williams, TS Eliot, Emily Dickinson, Elise Cowan, Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac

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Track Name: Lady Lazarus
(by Sylvia Plath)

I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it--

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?--

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot--
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call.

It’s easy enough to do it in a cell.
It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.
It’s the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

‘A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart--
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash--
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there--

A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
Track Name: Plums
(By William Carlos Williams)

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
(This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams)
Track Name: Hyacinths
mostly T. S. Eliot's words, sometimes mine


I was your hyacinth girl
Before the sickness ate our world
My heart beats like the sun broken
In the morning light there’s only silence

Tell me, do the corpses bloom
Hanging from a noose of jewels
Tell me tell me what does the wind do
Does it provide what I can no longer give you

You said, speak to me
You said, say anything
But when you peel open the eyes of spring
You’ll see that I’m no longer living

Taking pills to take the edge off
Where have the nymphs of summer gone
Did you bury them in the cold ground
London, London Bridge is falling down

In between the water and fire
I could be reborn if I could only burn
But all I can do is wander the dry earth
And watch the clock turn

Speak to me
Say anything
If you sliced open this cruel spring
You’d see how I wish I was drowning
Or burning

Do you want to know what’s in my head?
What if it’s all nothingness
I’ll dream about gods and myths
Anything to swallow this

There’s someone walking next to you
A shadow a third eye
Neither man nor woman
The only thing that’s mine

If I spoke to you
If I told you something like the truth
You’d see that behind these allusions

It’s all dark and violet bruises nothing moving

Except the red-eyed demons
On this dried-up mountain of skin
In the corner of light the silence
Once we swam through the hyacinths

You say, speak to me
You say, please God say anything
But when you peel back my skin
You’ll see that I’m no longer living
But I cannot die

After the agony in stony places
Prison and place and reverberation
We’ll all be dead soon, just a little patience
These fragments I have stored against my ruins there are faces in the

Dark who is that walking next to you
I saw someone I saw the truth
And it says there is nothing here for you
And it says it says it sings
tereu.

Hurry up its time
Whose time, not mine

So I will sing like Philomel
Cut my tongue out so I’ll never tell
I will be your nightingale
Singing when the words fail

Weilala leia
Wallala leilalala
shantih shantih shantih
Track Name: A Loaded Gun
My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun (764)
Emily Dickinson

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -
In Corners - till a Day
The Owner passed - identified -
And carried Me away -

And now We roam in Sovereign Woods -

And now We hunt the Doe -
And every time I speak for Him -

The Mountains straight reply -

And do I smile, such cordial light

Upon the Valley glow -

It is as a Vesuvian face

Had let its pleasure through -

*Emily,
Come summer
You’ll take off you
        jeweled bees
Which sting me
I’ll strip my stinking
        jeans

And when at Night -
Our good Day done -

I guard My Master's Head -

'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's 
Deep Pillow -
to have shared -

To foe of His -
I'm deadly foe -

None stir the second time -

On whom I lay a Yellow Eye -

Or an emphatic Thumb -

*Hand in hand
We’ll run outside
Look straight at
       the sun
A second time

Though I than He -
may longer live

He longer must - than I -


For I have but the power to kill,

Without--the power to die--

*And get tan
and die





(
Emily,
Come summer
You’ll take off you
d         jeweled bees
Which sting me
I’ll strip my stinking
d         jeans
Hand in hand
We’ll run outside
Look straight at
d        the sun
A second time
And get tan

--Elise Cowan)
Track Name: Song
Song
(By Allen Ginsberg)

The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction
under the burden
;of your silence

the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.

*I lie on my back at midnight

hearing the marvelous strange chime

of the clocks, and know it's mid-
night and in that instant the whole

world swims into sight for me

Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born

but we carry the weight
wearily
no sleep
without dreams
of love--
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
the weight is too heavy

*I am hurt

I am scared

I want to live

I want to die

I don't know

Where to turn

In the Void to burn

And when

To cut

Out and drown

must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.

*For no Church told me

No Guru holds me

No advice

Just stone

Of New York
Hitting your head

In with Buzz

Of glittergold

Heaven's Angels

Wailing


Saying


We've been waiting for you

Since Morning

This transcendental
Brilliance

Is the better part

(of Nothingness

I sing)

yes, yes,
that's what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.

-In my beginning is my end
-In my end is my beginning
;in the middle of it all your silence hangs around my neck
;and sings its song.
-In my end is where I begin.

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