OMG When did this happen! Emily_Dickenson has been Tombstoned!!!

[Longgrain]

Made you look!



(Sorry, Busy week...)

[KitchenWitch]

1. but was she a disrupter?

[Longgrain]

2. She disrupted...

Nicely!

[sparky_in_ma]

3. Dude, when I was a young lad

that is where I first learned of the fair sex. Kid you not, what is now stores behind the gas station, used to be a bowling alley. The cemetery is right behind it.

[Longgrain]

5. Is this the place you're talking about

Amerst, MA

[sparky_in_ma]

6. Yep

grew up there. Being young we loved going there at nite. The whole spooky atmosphere thing. Did you ever go to the cemetary in Pelham, there's an unusual stone there. Think I've got a pic here somewhere.

[Longgrain]

9. The shot above was done from Emily's point of view...

I just turned around after taking the first one...I thought it would be interesting to see what she sees.

[sparky_in_ma]

12. I remember it well

In college I used to mow the lawn at her house and the one next to it, I think it was called the"Cedars". I'd try to imagine her walking in the same spot I was, seeing the same trees in their infancy.

[Submariner]

13. If that's where I think it is

in the early '70s my wildlife class in Amherst used to set racoon traps to weigh and measure the coons growth, etc. At night the yunguns' would come in to watch the submarine races.

[sparky_in_ma]

14. Then our paths must have crossed

and you went to school with me or my brother.

[Submariner]

16. I was homeported in Holdsworth Hall

between 71-74. Enjoyed my favorite times wading the Deerfield River or boating between Vernon and Turners Falls Dams mostly doing fisheries work for Dr. Reed's Co-0p Fish Unit. The wildlife census work around Amherst and at Quabbin was great too.

[sparky_in_ma]

17. Holdsworth

I don't remember that one on the Amherst campus. It's been a long time, what was it near? I mowed the lawns on the Amherst campus while I attended UMass. during the same time frame. The college owned the Dickinson homestead and the one next to it.

[Submariner]

20. Far west side of the campus

next to the school of engineering, opposite end of campus from Dickinson. Holdsworth was the school of agriculture so you might have seen some horses crapping on the lawns around the building. I miss UMASS days. Streaking was the new thing in town in our day.

[sparky_in_ma]

21. I remember the nite

around 300 people came streaking from southwest towards the pond. I was driving down the road from tne Neuman center and had to wait for about 5 minutes till everyone got across. It was a hoot.

I still live in the area but haven't walked the campus in years.

Harvey Wallbangers in the blue wall cafeteria.

[SOteric]

4. You mean 'Dickinson' - for whom death stopped

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, be passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

[Longgrain]

7. Thank you for that SOteric

Incidentally...here's a poem I wrote after visting Emily Dikenson's grave site for the first time, with my brother and his (now Ex) girlfriend.

It was the day before Easter, and the first really warm day of spring, 2002.



Loose Change for Emily

By the Duer known as Longgrain.


22 cents is all we left
11 cents to boost my confidence

Walking through the marble pages of
A slow moving dusk,
Not far from the streets--
Tattooed by the lust of youth
And nursed by the cracking lips of
The peasants that stayed behind.

They still walk outside the cemetery
In the orange light of spring
Selling their crystal drops and bitching
About the war.

We linger among the lines of stone
Reading the names of the monuments
Inhaling obelisks of lilac smoke
Laughing, humping, hurling along among
The dead.

Poetess
Goddess
May 15, 1886

The fenced off streets beyond
Almost touching the burial ground
And the sun just doesn't’t seem to
Want to meet
With the coins of the eye on your tomb.

[PartyPooper]

8. In memory of Emily, I post the shortest poem ever written.

"Fleas" (poet unknown)

Adam had 'em.

O8)

[Longgrain]

10. No, the shortest poem ever written would be.

"I"

Which I just wrote.

[PartyPooper]

11. Well,.....................................................................

:P

[Aristus]

15. The actual title of that poem is:

"A Short Discourse Upon The Antiquity Of Microbes."

[MamaBear]

18. And it was written by Ogden Nash. n/t

[Longgrain]

19. Art is either plagiarism or revolution.

So I guess the same stands for poetry... :P