i like it when she's ambitious:
Such are the inlets of the mind—-His outlets-— would you seeAscend with me the eminenceOf immortality—-
(tho prayerful as ever)
I don't think Whitman poems work so well in small doses.
dickinson does suffer in large ones i think, she can drive u crazy circling her obsessions (like the gnats around the porch light in lolita: "continuously darning the air in one spot") not to mention that one rhythm she likes so much that's practically a personal haiku.
that fire/flood/winds/floor one i posted upthread still gives me chills tho: all four elements, in conspiracy. sometimes she reminds me of the log lady
― difficult listening hour, Saturday, 30 September 2017 02:04 (two years ago) link
i seem to have invented a new kind of dash, above. the circle is now complete. ascend w me the eminence
― difficult listening hour, Saturday, 30 September 2017 02:05 (two years ago) link
This is Emily. Emily stays inside.She reads. She writes poetry. She writes letters. She bakes. She does a bit of bird watching. Then she writes some more.Emily is safe from COVID-19.Be like Emily. pic.twitter.com/4Weuc9puug— Mathieu Duplay 🌈 🇪🇺 (@mathieu_duplay) March 16, 2020
― xyzzzz__, Tuesday, 17 March 2020 08:51 (two months ago) link