Emily Dickinson
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The Gorgeous Nothings by Emily Dickinson
Camden Avery reviews Emily Dickinson’s The Gorgeous Nothings today in Rumpus Poetry.
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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…
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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…
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Some Tips for Emily Dickinson
We’ve all heard stories of publishing houses unwittingly rejecting future classics or bestsellers—most recently the detective novel J. K. Rowling wrote under a pseudonym. But have you ever wondered how your favorite authors would fare in a writing workshop? Jayne…
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Sister
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…
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New Photo of Emily Dickinson Discovered
The newly found daguerrotype, taken around 1859, is only the second known photograph of Dickinson and features the poet with her newly widowed friend. The first photo, from 1847, is of the young poet at 16 and has been featured…
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The Dark Mystery of Emily Dickinson’s “Master” Letters
One of the enduring mysteries of American literature is a series of three letters drafted by Emily Dickinson to someone she called “Master.” There is no evidence that he letters—written between 1858 and 1862 and discovered shortly after Dickinson’s death…
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #48: Write Like a Motherfucker
I want to know what you have inside you. I want to see the contours of your second beating heart.
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“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…
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They’re Called Cells for a Reason
A review of Micrographia People don’t read enough, and when they do, they don’t ask the questions of themselves that Micrographia demands.
