| Posted by Agnes Eva on 03/29/03 at 02:07 AM I'm almost hearing a good girl-rock song with this, like Ani DiFranco, or maybe with a dark electric guitar driving along, with a burst of solo at the "I'm the redhot coal sitting amongst the clay. / You cannot mold me " part. Really, that's the climax of your piece, reminds me of Silvia Plath's 'Ariel' a bit (where she writes that she is "at one with the drive/ Into the red / Eye, the cauldron of morning), except that for you it's a triumphant defiant and proud statement, whereas for her, though it was an expression of triumphant bursting free from the world around her, it was unfortunately a desire for suicide. |
