Posts Tagged: Emily Dickinson


The Amazing Disappearing Woman Writer


To refuse to disappear at mid-life—I am forty-two as of the writing of this essay—is perhaps the best rebellion a woman poet can make to the literary world and to the world at large. ...more

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The Last Book I Loved: Sheila Levine Is Dead and Living In New York


But when my loneliness feels as vast—and capable of drowning me—as the sea, this book about self-destruction comforts me more than any self-help. ...more


The Rumpus Interview with Amy Fusselman


Amy Fusselman discusses her latest memoir/manifesto/philosophical treatise Savage Park, the rise of a new kind of nonfiction, and what kind of art “discombobulates her and makes her scream.” ...more

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David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: Cornerstones of American Poetry


The only way I can put it is, no American poet I have ever met regardless of disposition or poetics has disliked Frank Stanford’s poems. ...more

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The Rumpus Late Nite Poetry Show #8: Beth Bachmann


In Episode 8 of The Rumpus Late Nite Poetry Show, poet Beth Bachmann chats about her new collection, Do Not Rise, Dolly Parton, and the demands of lyric poetry. ...more

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The Rumpus Interview with Darcey Steinke


Darcey Steinke talks about her new novel, Sister Golden Hair, motherlessness, the Southern cult of femininity, and how becoming a woman has changed since she came of age in a small city in the Blue Ridge Mountains. ...more


The Rumpus Book Club Chat With Joshua Shenk


The Rumpus Book Club chats with Joshua Wolf Shenk about his new book, Powers of Two: Finding the Essence of Innovation in Creative Pairs, creative intimacy, how John Lennon and Paul McCartney worked together, and the myth of the solo genius. ...more

I’m Emily Dickinson! Who Are You?


For her “The Poems (We Think) We Know” column at the Los Angeles Review of Books, Alexandra Socarides writes about Emily Dickinson’s celebrated “I’m Nobody! Who are you?,” debunking its commonly held interpretation:

There is a seemingly stark private/public dichotomy laid out by the poem’s two stanza structure.


Read Emily Dickinson’s Poetry in Her Own Handwriting


Do you ever jot down lines of poetry on the back of an envelope?

So did Emily Dickinson, as you might see if you look through the Emily Dickinson Archive.

Launched yesterday, the site hosts “high-resolution images of Dickinson’s surviving manuscripts available in open access” for readers who don’t have the time to travel to special-collections libraries in New England.


Less Face, More Book for These Reclusive Authors


Though it can be hard to remember between tweeting at your favorite writer and joining a Facebook event page for a reading, there was a time when many authors led reclusive lives with minimal self-promotion.

Bookish has rounded up a list of some of the most private (Salinger, Pynchon)—and their modern-day, super-public opposites (John Green, Susan Orlean).


Emily Dickinson: Karaoke Queen?


For Bookish, music writer and self-described “karaoke ho” Rob Sheffield lists which songs famous authors of the past would have belted out on karaoke night.

He’s unquestionably right about Oscar Wilde crooning something from The Smiths, though it seems a missed opportunity not to have given James Joyce “Baby Got Back.”

Which tunes do you think your favorite writers would have favored?


Emily Dickinson Reader

The Emily Dickinson Reader by Paul Legault

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At their best, love and translation share some contradictions, including selfishness and generosity. Translation is impossible, or at least not very good, without a passionate desire to own the material and leave one’s mark on it. At the same time, few translators want to “hide the light” of their translations “under a bushel.” The translations they undertake and complete belong to them, are marked by them, and yet they are without much value unless shared.


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It is as if a great house has fallen―sunk into the mire which seethes around the ancestral manor, amid an unrecognizable, Martian landscape. The narrator of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Fall of the House of Usher” has no name, no real structural substance beyond his vague association with this other guy, an old friend of his. ...more

“It’s a long time since I drank champagne.”


These are Anton Chekhov’s last words, and the Guardian has a slideshow of some sometimes funny, sometimes chilling last words of quite a few literary figures.

(And while we’re talking about slideshows, I’d actually recommend the Jacket Copy write-up instead of the Guardian’s, because slideshows drive me freakin’ bonkers.