It is Not easy to commit suicide. Society will make you pay dearly if your attempt fails
Posted on: February 11, 2026
It is basically a book review of Sylvia Plath “The Bell Jar“. It is a fitting title. Bell jars are used to preserve fetuses and other organs… They symbolize a situation where you cannot escape a condition and feels smothered and helpless in your life.
The 50’s in Northeast USA of Boston and its environ was a good time: Public school was the norm and well-funded and plenty of scholarships, grants and gifts in cash money for students in high schools and universities. Though attempts at suicides by the adolescents were covered by the local dailies in front pages and many were young people got ideas for suicide.
Sivia a book worm and got straight A in all her courses in high school, even in courses she hated like physics and chemistry. She published a few poems and short stories in her school publication. She got a grant to spend a month in New York City with a fashion magazine as assistant editors.
After she returned home, she spent 6 months in isolation with failed prospect for a scholarship at the university. She could not sleep for an entire month, eyes wide open, not able to eat, or read or write.
Sylvia had thought many times to commit suicide and failed; the latest one she took plenty of sleeping pills and was discovered by her mother when doing laundry in the basement and hearing moaning in an alcove. The dailies covered this news, and police searched the environ and forest for her. She was inducted into a psychiatrist clinic.
Silvia wrote and published this autobiographical book of her previous life in the 60’s when the USA was sliding into an abject moral situation, the Korean and Vietnam wars, persecution of the USA communists and electrocution of convicted spies to the Soviet Union…
Silvia was in England and under severe financial and household condition and her recollection bore the weight of cynicism, rage and helplessness. Actually, she managed to convince the trustees of the Saxton Fellowship to extend about $2500 to finish writing her novel.
She was separated from her British husband Ted Hughes, and taking care of her two children, the younger one was still a baby, and she lacked heating and comfortable conditions in her flat in London 1963.
It was pretty common in the 50’s to be subjected to electric shocks and Silvia received 5 of them. Lobotomy was conducted too. The patient Valerie showed two places on her front where it looked as she had previously grown corns.
The book described her experiences in that clinic. When a patient still succeeds in committing suicide, the psychiatrists never admitted their responsibilities.
Eventually, Sivia succeeded in her attempt in London by inhaling the gas of her oven.
In France, it was illegal to assist people demanding to be helped commit suicide. Family circumvented this roadblock by traveling to Switzerland. Euthanasia clinics, mostly a house, took care of everything, including burying the person
I had written a poem of the issue of suicide assistance which was considered illegal in many countries and the USA.
Feasting on Gore. Written in 1999 and posted in 2008
1. X-rays don’t hurt: no pain.
Chemo is different: You lose your mane.
Cancer, hospital appointment, hospital confinement, terminal.
Convicted criminal, prison, delayed execution, terminus.
2. Dressed in apron, back naked, abandoned, and forgotten.
Robbed of your money, robbed of dignity, and robbed of life.
A case study you are, for all to learn from experiments.
The more cases the better the knowledge.
3. You lived; lived enough.
Let others learn and live, a while longer.
The “right to life folks” need to hang the Kevorkian’s,
Every single one of them:
Those who aid the terminally ill to die with his own choice.
4. Pain, constant pains, no end in sight, no cure.
Wait till the healthy, spineless soul of the “right to live” maniacs
Needs a Kevorkian,
But will be surrounded with pale faces feasting on gore.
5. I have the power to predict the end. I know the odds:
You either die instantly or you live,
In the mind of all you know,
A half-man. Abandoned.
6. You may listen to the pillars of moral characters,
You may nod to the Talking Heads: They talk well.
I have decided on my destiny.
It shall be quick.
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