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Posted by Phil on October 19, 2014, at 18:04:05
For one, she is the only person on the planet that could put depression into words. Like this.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading treading till it seemed
That Sense was breaking throughAnd when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum
Kept beating beating till I thought
My Mind was going numbAnd then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space began to toll,As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, hereAnd then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing then
Posted by alexandra_k on October 20, 2014, at 16:10:22
In reply to Why I love Emily Dickinson, posted by Phil on October 19, 2014, at 18:04:05
thanks for posting that. you know, i don't think i've read much emily dickinson. i enjoyed it...
have you read much stevie smith? i went through a while of being obsessed with her poems... here is my favourite:
Not waving but drowning (Stevie Smith, 1972)
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now hes dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
Posted by alexandra_k on October 20, 2014, at 16:11:56
In reply to Re: Why I love Emily Dickinson, posted by alexandra_k on October 20, 2014, at 16:10:22
just for fun..
Shallow Poem ---
Ive thought of a poem.
I carry it carefully,
nervously, in my head,
like a saucer of milk;
in case I should spill some lines
before I put them down.
Gerda Mayer
Posted by Phil on October 20, 2014, at 20:54:39
In reply to Re: Why I love Emily Dickinson, posted by alexandra_k on October 20, 2014, at 16:11:56
I like those. When I began thinking that I was ADD years ago, I read a book that had this poem in it by Emily Dickinson.
I feel that we could have been friends but she seldom got out of the house, like me.
This poem amazes me to this day. Like a Van Gogh painting that I would look at everyday for hours.
I felt a cleaving in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.
Posted by alexandra_k on October 20, 2014, at 21:36:39
In reply to Re: Why I love Emily Dickinson » alexandra_k, posted by Phil on October 20, 2014, at 20:54:39
oh, i do love that.
delightful.
like the saucer of milk.
i remember when words used to... play. upon my mind. and i used to read... i used to forage in books. i'd go up to the university library... to different places around english literature (broadly conceived) and i'd rifle through... looking to be... delighted, i guess. sometimes. or to have my heart wrenched. or... something.
do you like plays? i went through a phase of camus... and t.s., elliot. and sartre. i enjoyed their plays, very much.
mostly... after this book... "The end of the road" by John Barth. It has some wonderful parts to it... This guy who gets stuck. Suffers paralysis. Because all the reasons are equally weighted and so there is none. And his psychiatrist prescribe he read nothing but play.s Full of people acting. And so... I read plays. And they were good.
Posted by Beckett on October 22, 2014, at 22:29:24
In reply to Re: Why I love Emily Dickinson » Phil, posted by alexandra_k on October 20, 2014, at 21:36:39
I heard a Fly buzz - when I died - (591)
BY EMILY DICKINSONI heard a Fly buzz - when I died -
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air -
Between the Heaves of Storm -The Eyes around - had wrung them dry -
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset - when the King
Be witnessed - in the Room -I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable - and then it was
There interposed a Fly -With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz -
Between the light - and me -
And then the Windows failed - and then
I could not see to see -
Posted by Beckett on October 22, 2014, at 22:30:44
In reply to Re: Why I love Emily Dickinson, posted by Beckett on October 22, 2014, at 22:29:24
She bound her poetry into fascicles that were found under her bed (I think the bed).
Posted by Beckett on October 22, 2014, at 23:07:42
In reply to Why I love Emily Dickinson, posted by Phil on October 19, 2014, at 18:04:05
This is not one of my favorite poems by this poet, but it is one of the few I found online. I love her poetry.
>A Reason
BY BARBARA GUEST
That is why I am here
not among the ibises. Why
the permanent city parasol
covers even me.It was the rains
in the occult season. It was the snows
on the lower slopes. It was water
and cold in my mouth.A lack of shoes
on what appeared to be cobbles
which were still antiqueWell wild wild whatever
in wild more silent blue
the vase grips the stems
petals fall the chrysanthemum darkensSometimes this mustard feeling
clutches me also. My sleep is reckoned
in strawsYet I wake up
and am followed into the street.
Posted by Phil on October 23, 2014, at 8:04:57
In reply to Re: Why I love Emily Dickinson, posted by Beckett on October 22, 2014, at 22:29:24
Good stuff Beckett. I think that Emily corresponded often with her friends and usually would have a poem enclosed with her letter. A prolific writer which is what you have to be to call yourself a writer or poet, etc. You have to write all of the time.
Posted by gadchik on October 23, 2014, at 15:53:00
In reply to Re: Why I love Emily Dickinson » Beckett, posted by Phil on October 23, 2014, at 8:04:57
I finally found the work by Emily Dickinson that I have loved forever. When I was in college, I would sit in the old library and read her poetry. I then roamed the campus late at night, thinking maybe I was her in a previous life(college students love to think of all kinds of cerebral things! I did, anyway!)
This is the Hour of Lead-
Remembered, if outlived,
As freezing persons,
recollect the Snow-
First-Chill-then Stupor-
then the letting go---
― Emily Dickinson
Posted by Phil on October 23, 2014, at 19:43:46
In reply to Re: Why I love Emily Dickinson » Phil, posted by gadchik on October 23, 2014, at 15:53:00
> I finally found the work by Emily Dickinson that I have loved forever. When I was in college, I would sit in the old library and read her poetry. I then roamed the campus late at night, thinking maybe I was her in a previous life(college students love to think of all kinds of cerebral things! I did, anyway!)
I did too but it was 1972 and acid was some cerebral rocket fuel. I remember walking around campus at 2am(straight)in pouring rain with this song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8raabzZNqw blaring in my brain. I didn't know that what I had was depression. Makes for an OK story I reckon. If there were a way to meet Emily I would just stand in awe. I'm pretty that she could write about that too.
> This is the Hour of Lead-
> Remembered, if outlived,
> As freezing persons,
> recollect the Snow-
> First-Chill-then Stupor-
> then the letting go---
>
>
> ― Emily Dickinson
Posted by gadchik on October 24, 2014, at 12:32:08
In reply to Re: Why I love Emily Dickinson, posted by Phil on October 23, 2014, at 19:43:46
What an iconic song!! It was the 80s when I was in college, and my drug of choice was alcohol. I listened to "Tainted Love" and was quite moody/broody and dressed in black, always...
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