#fragmentary

RED MEAT:
FRAGMENTS OF STESICHOROS

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I. GERYON

Geryon was a monster everything about him was red
Put his snout out of the covers in the morning it was red
How stiff the red landscape where his cattle scraped against
Their hobbles in the red wind
Burrowed himself down in the red dawn jelly of Geryon’s
Dream

Geryon’s dream began red then slipped out of the vat and ran
Upsail broke silver shot up through his roots like a pup

Secret pup At the front end of another day.

Autobiography of Red, Anne Carson

(1998)

“I am still so naive; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. ‘A passionate, fragmentary girl,’ maybe?”

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath(2000)
Sylvia Plath