#Assia wevill

[derangedrhythms]

You know, in bed he smells like a butcher.

Assia Wevill, on Ted Hughes, from ‘A Lover of Unreason: The Life and Tragic Death of Assia Wevill’ by Yehuda Koren and Eilat Negev

[hairtusk]

D.H. Lawrence, 'He-Goat' / Assia Wevill, quoted in Eliat Negrev & Yehuda Koren, 'A Lover of Unreason: The Life and Tragic Death of Assia Wevill'

[nancy-laura-spungen]

Sylvia with Freida, in a post-Ted glow up. I'm reading a couple of books about her, and she called Ted's mistress Assia Wevill "that weavy bitch".

[wishicouldcrossthesea]

Inside the bathroom, I took a mirror selfie and pulled a face, then rounded the corner to peer into what was once his bedroom. “Assia and Shura’s ashes were there, in a closet, for years, in a plastic bag,” my friend told me, and I felt nothing but a rising anxiety, like the woman in a horror movie who, as the house hisses, Get out, fingers the crown molding with loving care

[deadpanwalking]

Assia Wevill, “Lost Island”, advertisement for Sea Witch brand hair dye, 1965/Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus”, from Ariel, 1965

[boricuacherry-blog]

The bloody girl is beautiful, smart, but absolutely uncreative & cold. When I was at my lowest, thinking grimly: what has this Weavy Asshole (her name is actually Assia Wevill) got that I haven't, I thought: she can't make a baby, can't make a book or a poem, just ads about bad bakery bread, wants to die before she gets old & loses her beauty, and is bored. Bored, bored, bored. With herself & her life.

-Sylvia Plath

[the-sanest-person-here]

Fuck assia wevill and ted hughes

All my homies hate assia wevill and ted hughes

[letyourwordsliveon]

Lover of Unreason by Yehuda Koren

[deanjohn]

From Assia Wevill’s journal, in reference to Ted Hughes | The Bloody Chamber, Angela Carter

[derangedrhythms]

[…] she was alarmed by his voracious sexual appetite, his superstitions about marriage and his black moods.

Assia Wevill on Ted Hughes, from ‘A Lover of Unreason: The Life and Tragic Death of Assia Wevill’ by Yehuda Koren and Eilat Negev

[milo-is-rambling]

Going to listen to the suicide buddies episode about Sylvia plath and that will fix me

[hairtusk]

Ted Hughes, 1966

'...[Assia] Wevill told friends the poet's lovemaking was so ferocious that 'in bed, he smells like a butcher'.'

[hauntedwoman]

yea i'll say it. i don't think you can call yourself a fan of slyvia plath's work if you also enjoy ted hughes' work. he abused her and cheated on her, leaving her with two young children and no money in the early 1960s which was a major factor as to why she killed herself.

and not only did he do all of that, but he destroyed so much of her work and her journals and any accounts of the abuse she suffered after she was gone AND he deeply edited her "ariel" manuscript to not reflect her final wishes. it wasn't until after he himself passed away that their daughter freida restored "ariel" to how sylvia wanted it to be presented.

and if that still isn't enough and you think that you can just "divorce the art from the artist", the woman that hughes cheated on sylvia with, assia wevill, ALSO killed herself due to his mistreatment years later.

he is not a good man and probably not even a decent poet and the next time you read any of sylvia's work remember that it might not have ever made it to the public eye or even survived after her death if it hadn't been for his outright greed and desperate control over the narrative of her life and suffering.

[juliakristeva]

you either die sylvia plath or live long enough to become assia wevill

[boricuacherry-blog]

I accuse

Ted Hughes

Of what the entire British and American

Literary and critical establishment

Have been at great lengths to deny

Without ever saying it in so many words, of course,

The murder of Sylvia Plath

Not that it isn't enough to condemn him,

Of mind-rape and body-rape, infidelity

Abduction and brainwashing of her,

Plagiarism, plagiarism of her imagery

Hiding of her most revealing indictments

Against her jailor,

Making a mint by becoming her posthumous editor,

And writing, himself incidentally,

Puerile, pretentious, dribbles of verse, with

Real blood on real hands.

And

If he's killed one wife

He's killed two!

The second, alas, committed suicide,

Or didn't you know?

Her name was Assia Wevill,

He never married her formally

Sylvia,

Found the oven's fumes less lethal

Than her husband's love

But then we women change our minds a lot, that's our prerogative,

But we might not, after all,

Free Frieda and Nicolas

Who then disarm him of that weapon with which he tortured us,

Stuff it into his mouth,

Point his lips around it, and blow out his brain,

Who knows?

In the meantime, Hughes, sue me

-Robin Morgan