If Americans lived in a civilized country, there'd be a statue of her in every library.
>>25227561and how exactly would that work, there are tens of thousands of libraries in this country, how are you going to fund this? also it would horrify emily
>>25227573Maybe the smaller ones would have statuettes.
>>25227561>t. posted from London
>>25227561Anne Hathaway really isn't that great of an actress, Muhammad.
>>25227561> because i would not wait for death, he kindly waited for me to bring a friend
gl ever making a sage popular
>>25227561Always wanted to find this guy and talk with him for a while
>>25227561Why? She made proto-Tumblr poetry. Unimpressive and unrefined. Read Hart Crane to have your mind blown.
>>25228084>Read Hart Crane to have your mind blownNo I don't think I will. I don't take recommendations from anons who drop retarded hot takes.
>>25228092If you're not familiar with Crane, you are the retard who shouldn't be talking literature. Actually check out Rupi Kaur, that's more your lane.
>>25228084Entry-level take from someone with entry-level taste
>>25228084>i'm smart and i belong here
>>25227561who is she and what did she dot. i dont read women
>>25228117Dont bother
>>25228084>Hart Crane over Emily DickinsonNot even Crane would agree with you
>>25227561>>/int/
>>25228117anon if you haven't read dickinson you're missing out
>>25228084Just came here to call your take incredibly retarded and contrarian for the sake of it.
>>25228117Me neither, but anon, she’s the only woman WORTH reading.
>>25227561False. A civilized country necessarily doesn't idolize women.
>>25227561as soon as the technology exists I'm making a sexbot of her and brutally fucking every hole in hardcore BDSM scenarios, write a poem about that ya dumb skank
>>25228396Is there one person more responsible for the degradation of poetry?
>>25228417there is a difference between a genius dancing and a one-legged ape trying to copy
>>25228417Wordsworth
>>25228417The woman hated fame, that’s why she became a proto hikikomori it’s a simple little message conveyed well in a quatrain.
>>25228435Doesn't even have a rhyme scheme. Lazy.
>>25228435I've been to her house, it's a nice-ass property. I wouldn't want to leave it either.
>>25228444>poetry has to rhymeBegone, retard.
>>25228448A proper quatrain should have some form other than lazily slapping together a crude couplet rhyme, yes.
Emily Dickinson my beloved <3
>>25228457>it should because... it just should okaysit down and read your Dickinson
>>25228463Obviously she thought it should rhyme too. Unfortunately she didn't try very hard at it.
>>25228445Lucky. I’m a bong but I have a brother in Harvard right now so i asked him if he ever has the time he should go over there. Though Amherst may be a little out the way.
>>25228460Lot to unpack here, but from what I gather, she’s in a state between life and death, it feels very hypnagogic.The room feels like a limbo in that moment because the fly disrupts her leaving, I think?
>>25228493hope you understand the science of this
>>25228493>she’s in a state between life and death, it feels very hypnagogishe's talking about her experience with her Augoeides à la the dream of scipio
>>25228514I gathered that, but is the fly’s buzzing keeping her restrained in her “flesh prison”? Refusing the release of her augoedies?
>>25228530Augoeides*
>>25228469The whole state only takes like 2 hours to drive across end-to-end, so he really has no excuse. It's like an hour drive from Boston to Amherst.
Despite the fact that she's been appropriated by dykes, Emily Dickenson was rabidly heterosexual. She enjoyed getting gangbanged by her team of 6 surly Irish gardeners on the regular, so much so that she asked that they be her pall bearers in her will. That bitch was a FREAK.
>>25228530hmmmm im not surei dont know that much about her life to say if she considered her body as a "flesh prison" like a hardcore gnostic who would find material existence as the ultimate evil. plus i dont like playing the armchair psychologist. my own interpretation would be that perhaps the fly buzzing relates to the body being perishable whereas the Augoeides is that which carries on from incarnation to incarnation. (3rd stanza)i'll have to collect my thoughts and post something a bit more substantive tomorrow. i'd like to see yours as well. until then.
>>25228550Good point. I read it as something more pessimistic, I felt the fly is representing something mundane and the “King” is the higher self, the awareness of a non-material realm, she “willed her Keepsakes” as though preparing for ascension when the fly disrupts that, between the light (augoeides) and me (her physical form). And it dims the light, and the final lines on the last stanza, the windows (being her vision/ her senses) fail her, she fails to see to see (the King/the light); she dies without knowing what’s beyond. The fly is a cunt that denied her heaven, basically. I need sleep myself.
>>25228545>Wild nights -- Wild nights!
>>25227561“A country that plans to put Harriet Tubman on its currency instead of Emily Dickinson is a country in desperate need of ————.”FIll in the blank and post toNSA DATA HARVESTING DIVISIONFORT MEADEMARYLANDUSA
>>25228117You shouldn't even be allowed to post here if you haven't read at least 500 of her poems. No, you are not literary, smart, or an intellectual.
>>25227561All the good female writers were sexless, lesbian, and/or masculine in nature.
>>25227561Her poems are clever, but they're not exactly moving or enriching. They're more akin to brainteasers or proverbs than proper poems.
>>25228417Lawn Tennyson though really his fans are truly to blame
>>25227561I find interesting that her poems are widely known and appreciated in their edited form and not in their original one.
>>25228417Sylvia Plath, Ezra Pound, Rupi Kaur, anyone who supported either confessional poetry or dadaism and derivative movements, the list goes on.
>>25229656the confessionals really did open the doors to generations of writers only concerned with writing glorified diary entries, didn't they
>>25229580I don't know if I agree with this. Her poem "I cannot live with You" profoundly moves me, especially the ending stanza >I cannot live with You – >It would be Life – >And Life is over there – >Behind the Shelf>The Sexton keeps the Key to – >Putting up>Our Life – His Porcelain – >Like a Cup – >Discarded of the Housewife – >Quaint – or Broke – >A newer Sevres pleases – >Old Ones crack – >I could not die – with You – >For One must wait>To shut the Other’s Gaze down – >You – could not – >And I – could I stand by>And see You – freeze – >Without my Right of Frost – >Death's privilege?>Nor could I rise – with You – >Because Your Face>Would put out Jesus’ – >That New Grace>Glow plain – and foreign>On my homesick Eye – >Except that You than He>Shone closer by – >They’d judge Us – How – >For You – served Heaven – You know,>Or sought to – >I could not – >Because You saturated Sight – >And I had no more Eyes>For sordid excellence>As Paradise>And were You lost, I would be – >Though My Name>Rang loudest>On the Heavenly fame – >And were You – saved – >And I – condemned to be>Where You were not – >That self – were Hell to Me – >So We must meet apart – >You there – I – here – >With just the Door ajar>That Oceans are – and Prayer – >And that White Sustenance – >Despair –
>>25229656Three of my least favourite poets ever… wow.
>>25228084this made me laughmaybe one day you will realize how much a fag you are for this comment and the embarrassment will haunt you
>>25229786>wowCringe.
>>25228084You can just say "I'm retarded," it's quicker and easier
>>25228493>>25228550>>25228599My interpretation is simpler; the mundane and living fly interposes upon the solemn scene.She is not waiting for the King, but the Eyes around - witnesses at her deathbed waiting for a sign of her election (the King being Christ).Her father, with whom she had a close relationship, was the last of the old generation Puritans and although he gifted his family bibles and religious literature, he did not seek to impress his beliefs on his children. Emily and her siblings veered from orthodox predestinarian Protestantism in their own ways. See:(Some keep the Sabbath going to Church –I keep it, staying at Home –With a Bobolink for a Chorister –And an Orchard, for a Dome –)It's as though the fly itself is the King, the sign of God's providence at the moment of death that goes unnoticed by everyone there but the person dying. The mundane interposing is equated to the divine.
