i am done with sylvia. oh my dogs am i done. did it take 937 pages to tell her story and still so leave the feeling of much untold? never to be told? it exhausts and sends back the shorter sharper poems. she says what she had to say in the poems. the rest is footnotes. the best that a artist biography can do is send one back to the the art. it does that. it does make her seem more than a suicide, though that she was. ok so now i'll make another try at kraft.