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Emily Dickinson

2015.10.26 04:15 amay330 Emily Dickinson

Discussion about the American poet Emily E. Dickinson.

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Subreddit specifically for the Apple TV+ show. Dickinson takes place during Emily Dickinson's era with a modern sensibility and tone. It takes viewers into the world of Emily, audaciously exploring the constraints of society, gender, and family from the perspective of a budding writer who doesn't fit in to her own time through her imaginative point of view. Dickinson is Emily's coming-of-age story – one woman's fight to get her voice heard.

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2024.05.13 08:23 Funny-Barnacle1291 The Mad Woman in The Attic: WAOLOM, mad woman, Jane Eyre and the Eras tour WAOLOM visuals

Taylor is now repeatedly drawing us back to lesbian and queer poetry and literature, which consistently has themes of madness, sickness, and suppression. I feel that she is telling us over and over that she is sick from closeting, and she can't take it anymore.
When I saw the WAOLOM visuals for Eras tour, I thought Taylor is meant to be in an attic. I've come across 'The Mad Woman in the Attic' by Sandra Gilbert and Susan Gubar before, but I have never read it all the way through. I believe Taylor is directly referencing this book, and Jane Eyre, to inform us all that she resonates with this story as a queer woman, and that she is stuck in her own attic - her closeted life - and she wants to burn it all down (with Karma, imho).
The WAOLOM visuals
https://preview.redd.it/t65tjj0sq40d1.png?width=500&format=png&auto=webp&s=0b67556a1c3a40b003758021bfb3f2ea0bd621bc
https://preview.redd.it/z6an5k0sq40d1.png?width=500&format=png&auto=webp&s=5e94d7826f38733daf436aa64884dbbffba286b3
https://preview.redd.it/kzrelk0sq40d1.png?width=500&format=png&auto=webp&s=e781aa36535a50ba101d59a22f982f29aa741411
To me, this house either looks like the Lovers House or her childhood home - or it represents both, amalgamated. The reason I'm drawn to the Lovers House is because of the very obvious triangular imagery as we zoom in, showing her in the attic. She is also using a lot of mirrored images, something that's important when considering The Mad Woman in the Attic. However, it's also possible the Lovers house is drawn from her childhood home, which I have no doubt has been theorised before. Another alternative is through suppressed intergenerational trauma, Taylor is realising themes of her childhood home have been bleeding into her work.
The two houses for reference
https://preview.redd.it/figix1har40d1.jpg?width=500&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=81f8f09ca909b246debbe72428e2dd64985f0f7c
https://preview.redd.it/5c2mnihar40d1.png?width=400&format=png&auto=webp&s=f73fb08b2cbd159b3d2f3377a1c96176f291d63f
The Mad Woman in the Attic
WAOLOM is directly related to mad woman, made very clear during the Eras tour (if it wasn’t already!) by the imagery.
Taylor is in the attic, the mad woman in the attic, which is also the title of a book by Sandra Gilbert and Susan Gubar analysing Victorian literature through the lense of Jane Eyre (Charlotte Brontë), and it's worth noting Taylor repeatedly makes references to Jane Eyre throughout Folklore and within mad woman. In Jane Eyre, Bertha Mason is locked in an attic by her husband Mr Rochester, and in the mad woman in the attic, Gilbert and Gubar use this as a frame of analysis to explore madness and angelicness in the works of Victorian women authors from a feminist perspective. The book examines work from Charlotte and Emily Brontë, Emily Dickinson, Virginia Woolf, Mary Shelley, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and Christina Rossetti. What do all of these women have in common, beyond being literary authors? They’re all rumoured, or essentially confirmed (in the case of Christina Rossetti and Emily Dickinson) of being queer, particularly lesbian. It is a very key and formative piece of feminist literature.
The premise of the book is the authors explore how women writers were forced to make the women in their books one of two things: angel, or monster. They argue this is imposed by a “reductionist, patriachal view of women’s roles”; they have, from what I understand, received some critisism for not saying the quiet part out loud here: under cisheteronormative patriachy, women are defined in relation to, by and for men – - and so lesbians and lesbian identity is alienated, hidden, erased. The book does not make the obvious connection here - these writers were forced to closet themselves for their own protection in Victorian society. Gilbert and Gubar draw on what Virginia Woolf said for their argument: “[women writers] must "kill the aesthetic ideal through which they themselves have been 'killed' into art". Let’s not forget here, the connections between WAOLOM and Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, posts on this sub with this theory here from u/throw_ra878, here from u/slejeunesse and here from u/AliceStanleyJr. Gilbert and Gubar do argue that men originally set up the dichotomy of female characters as either pure, virginal, angelic or rebelillious, mad, ‘hysterical’. A direct quote that jumped out from me from the Preface is “for just as women have been repeatedly defined by male authors, they seem in reaction to have found it necessary to act out male metaphors in their own texts, as if trying to understand their impliciations.” Indeed.
Crucially, the book describes “a female schizophrenia of authorship” or a “split”: as a representation of themselves, authors would write, process and act out their own suppressed nature and emotions through the process of ‘employed mirrors’; and thus create the image of the mad woman. A direct quote: "these madwomen emerge "over and over again from the mirrors women writers hold up both to their own natures and to their own visions of nature,"..."they appear from a silence in which neither [they] nor [their] author[s] can continue to acquiesce"". The book fails to really dig into this silence: the silence, and the common nature, is that of holding a queer or lesbian identity, and all of these women were forced to suppress it. This draws me to the lesbian memoir from Glennon Doyle, Untamed, in which she talks of how suppressing your true, queer self leads to sickness and ill-health, including mental health issues, and Taylor has links to this book too - she has credited it as being a "huge help" during 2020.
I will say, it is hard to miss what Gilbert and Gubar are getting at, especially is queer, or even only familiar with just two or three of these authors work (which we know Taylor is); it's natural to ascertain that what these women were hiding was their queerness, and this is specifically a consequence of cisheteronormative society. It is also a widely discussed critisism.
I can’t think why Taylor could be drawing from a text like this…
mad woman and Jane Eyre
A lot of Folklore is littered with references to Jane Eyre, that lots of people have noticed. A really good summary of all the references in Folklore can be found here from @/Karisma Takhar on medium. Here is what they wrote about man woman and references to Jane Eyre
"The Jaye Eyre references continue in ‘mad woman’, the track title a reference to who the literary world now refers to as the ‘Madwoman in the Attic’ thanks to Sandra Gilbert and Susan Gubar. On Jane and Mr Rochester’s wedding day, it is revealed the latter is married to Bertha Mason, whose mental health deteriorated rapidly after the wedding. Mr Rochester decides to lock his wife away in the attic of their home, leaving Grace Poole to care for her, though Grace’s drinking occasionally leads Bertha to escape and roam the hallways. She rips Jane’s wedding veil in half the night before the wedding, an incident Mr Rochester blames on one of maids. When Mr Rochester formally introduces his wife to Jane, she ‘scratched and growled like some strange animal’; Taylor makes similar statements in the song, likening the ‘mad woman’ to both a scorpian and a bear in its defence."
I think this makes it incredibly likely Taylor is not just drawing from Jane Eyre but she is aware of how her sub-conscious suppressed is spilling out into her work, and she is choosing to deliberately make this bigger and louder.
I think the strongest links to this theory are 1989 onwards, which I believe is partly linked to Karma the lost album, the album I do believe is going to 'burn it all down' in order for Taylor to rebuild as an artist who is out and proudly queer.
Here are some lyrics which link to this theme of the 'mad woman, with themes of madness, craziness, rebellion and hysteria - and a process of ‘splitting’ in Taylor’s work, where her suppressed desires come through in her lyrics, leading to consistent themes of madness:
· Treachourous (Red): "This slope is treacherous, this path is reckless, this slope is treacherous, and I, I, I like it"
· Say Don’t Go (1989): “the waiting is a sadness, fading into madness, oh no, oh no, it won't stop, i'm standin' on a tightrope alone, I hold my breath a little bit longer, halfway out the door, but it won't close”
· I Did Something Bad (Reputation): "I never trust a narcissist, but they love me, so I play 'em like a violin, and I make it look oh so easy, 'Cause for every lie I tell them, they tell me three, this is how the world works" / "I can feel the flames on my skin, crimson red paint on my lips, if a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing, I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it comingThey say I did something bad, then why's it feel so good?" / "And I let them think they saved me" / "You gotta leave before you get left" / "They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one, they got their pitchforks and proof, their receipts and reasons, they're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one, so light me up (light me up), light me up (light me up), light me up, go ahead and light me up (light me up)"
· Look What You Made Me Do (Reputation): "But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time, honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time, I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined, I check it once, then I check it twice" / "I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me, I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams"
· End Game (Reputation): "“I hit you like, "Bang", we tried to forget it, but we just couldn't, and I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em, reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy”
· Getaway Car (Reputation): "It was the best of times, the worst of crimes, I struck a match and blew your mind, but I didn't mean it, and you didn't see it, The ties were black, the lies were white, In shades of gray in candlelight, I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason, "X" marks the spot where we fell apart, he poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself, I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed, we never had a shotgun shot in the dark" / "There were sirens in the beat of your heart, should've known I'd be the first to leave, think about the place where you first met me, in a getaway car, no, they never get far, no, nothin' good starts in a getaway car, It was the great escape, the prison break, the light of freedom on my face, but you weren't thinkin' and I was just drinkin', while he was runnin' after us, I was screamin', "Go, go, go!", but with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow, and a circus ain't a love story, and now we're both sorry", "We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde, until I switched to the other side, to the other side, it's no surprise I turned you in, 'Cause us traitors never win"
· The Man (Lover): “they paint me out to be bad, so it's okay that I'm mad, I'm so sick of running as fast as I can, wondering if I'd get there quicker if I was a man (you know that), and I'm so sick of them coming at me again (coming at me again)” “I’m so sick” is repeated 8 times, which just so happens to be the number representing infinity.
· The Archer (Lover): "Combat, I'm ready for combat, I say I don't want that, but what if I do? 'Cause cruelty wins in the movies" / "I've been the archer, I've been the prey, who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?" / "And I cut off my nose just to spite my face, then I hate my reflection for years and yearsI wake in the night, I pace like a ghost, the room is on fire, invisible smoke, and all of my heroes die all alone"
· The Last American Dynasty (Folklore): “Holiday House sat quietly on that beach, free of women with madness, their men and bad habits, and then it was bought by me, who knows, if I never showed up, what could've been, there goes the loudest woman this town has ever seen, I had a marvelous time ruinin' everything”
· Seven (Folklore): “I think your house is haunted, your dad is always mad and that must be why, and I think you should come live with, me and we can be pirates, then you won't have to cry, or hide in the closet, and just like a folk song, our love will be passed on, please picture me, in the weeds, before I learned civility, I used to scream ferociously, any time I wanted”
· mad woman obviously, just the whole thing!
· Champagne Problems (Evermore): ““This dorm was once a madhouse”, I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"” // “"She would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in the head, " they said, but you'll find the real thing instead, she'll patch up your tapestry that I shred”
· Anti-Hero (Midnights): “Midnights become my afternoons, when my depression works the graveyard shift, all of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room” / “I should not be left to my own devices, they come with prices and vices, I end up in crisis (tale as old as time)” / Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism, like some kind of congressman? (Tale as old as time), I wake up screaming from dreaming, one day I'll watch as you're leaving”
· WAOLOM ofcourse, just the whole thing.
Interestingly, Taylor's references to virtue, or themes of angelic, virginity, are pre-1989.
· Hey Stephen (Fearless): "'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel, can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you, can't help it if there's no one else, mmm, I can't help myself"
· White Horse (Fearless): "Say you're sorry, that face of an angel, comes out just when you need it to, as I paced back and forth all this time, 'Cause I honestly believed in you, holdin' on, the days drag on, stupid girl, I should've known, I should've known, that I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale, I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell, this ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down, now it's too late for you and your white horse, to come around"
· The Lucky One (Red): "New to town with a made-up name, in the angel's city, chasing fortune and fame, and the camera flashes make it look like a dream" I think this whole song is really interesting to read when considering this idea of beasts versus angels, madness versus virtue, and the idea of her having been sold a lie.
In Summary
Taylor is using imagery of herself in an attic to imply she is aware her true self, her closeted and suppressed self, is coming through in her music, and she is saying she directly relates to Jane Eyre - she feels trapped by her closeted life, by the "1950s shit they want from me", she wants to be free, healthy, out. She is telling us all that these themes of madness are a direct result of all she is suppressing, a direct result of living in a cisheteronormative patriachy, and it is stifling her, ruining her life.
Taylor has got to a stage where she is now deliberately referencing queer media, authors and literature, knowing full well it will be looked into. These consistent themes are not accidental; she is saying through her art and her music that she is queer and she doesn't want to hide it anymore. I partially think a lot of the themes of death are about how she doesn't want to die in the closet and her work be analysed years later, to them be summarised as possibly gay later on. She wants to be known, now, as queer, as her true self, to cure her sickness of suppression.
She is also implying she is an unreliable narrator and there are certain parts of her music you can't trust at face value; that she is suppressing a huge part of herself and it is presenting in her lyrics, it is filled with queer closeted trauma and comphet as a manifestation of the suppression of her true identity, and she needs people to know.
I truly think she is ready to burn it all down, with Karma. In the words of Taylor, "all I think about is Karma".

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2024.05.12 10:34 Makeup-less_Clown "Hope" is the Thing with Feathers

EP: Hope Is the Thing With Feathers Honkai: Star Rail (youtube.com)
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.

Emily Dickinson

They put the first three lines from the poem in the video description, but thought it was worth putting the rest for everyone.

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2024.05.12 06:14 just_a_simple_guy07 Semi-madman's mind

I can't call myself a madman yet because I'm not psychotic enough to be institutionalized; hence, I'm a semi-madman.
I am weak-willed, anxious, paranoid, and depressed, with low self-esteem, self-respect, and self-worth. I suspect I have multiple personality disorder too. I have anger issues, and sometimes my other personalities surprise even myself.
So, who am I? Am I the one I pretend to be, or the ones hidden deep inside my psyche? Is the conscious me the real me, or is the real me buried in my subconscious?
I feel delusional too. Sometimes, I mistakenly think very highly of myself and live in momentary euphoria. Everyone around tells me I'm a good scholarly type, and they envy my amazing experiences. But that high comes crashing down because I'm not all that I think of myself. They don't know the real me—the crazy, crafty, scheming me; the jealous me; the mediocre me.
I am crazy—or getting there—but I can't bring myself to admit it. And I reach out for my cigarettes. I light one for the false sense of security it provides for six minutes.
I want to cry and scream. I want to break things. I want to sleep the day away. Maybe if I were really crazy, I could do all those—and more. But I'm not there yet. This neither crazy nor sane situation is quite frustrating because I can't do the things that I want to do. Just as Emily Dickinson wrote beautifully, 'Much madness is the divinest sense.'
I am responsible yet irresponsible. I am motivated yet lack drive. I am loving yet can't love deeply. I hear, but I don't listen.
I am normal yet weird. I am laughter yet sadness. I am me, yet I am not me.
Just who the hell am I?

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2024.05.12 06:12 just_a_simple_guy07 Semi-mad man's mind

I can't call myself a madman yet because I'm not psychotic enough to be institutionalized; hence, I'm a semi-madman.
I am weak-willed, anxious, paranoid, and depressed, with low self-esteem, self-respect, and self-worth. I suspect I have multiple personality disorder too. I have anger issues, and sometimes my other personalities surprise even myself.
So, who am I? Am I the one I pretend to be, or the ones hidden deep inside my psyche? Is the conscious me the real me, or is the real me buried in my subconscious?
I feel delusional too. Sometimes, I mistakenly think very highly of myself and live in momentary euphoria. Everyone around tells me I'm a good scholarly type, and they envy my amazing experiences. But that high comes crashing down because I'm not all that I think of myself. They don't know the real me—the crazy, crafty, scheming me; the jealous me; the mediocre me.
I am crazy—or getting there—but I can't bring myself to admit it. And I reach out for my cigarettes. I light one for the false sense of security it provides for six minutes.
I want to cry and scream. I want to break things. I want to sleep the day away. Maybe if I were really crazy, I could do all those—and more. But I'm not there yet. This neither crazy nor sane situation is quite frustrating because I can't do the things that I want to do. Just as Emily Dickinson wrote beautifully, 'Much madness is the divinest sense.'
I am responsible yet irresponsible. I am motivated yet lack drive. I am loving yet can't love deeply. I listen, but I don't hear.
I am normal yet weird. I am laughter yet sadness. I am me, yet I am not me.
Just who the hell am I?

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2024.05.10 20:03 SexxxMelaneexxx Metaphor

Unveiling the Magic of Metaphor**
Summary:
Metaphor, a powerful literary device, involves comparing two unrelated things to convey a deeper meaning. It goes beyond a simple comparison, creating vivid imagery and enhancing the reader's understanding.
Examples:

Classical: "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." - William Shakespeare, "As You Like It."
Modern: "Time is a created thing. To say 'I don't have time,' is like saying, 'I don't want to.'" - Lao Tzu
Modern: "The classroom was a zoo, students swinging from the chandeliers with wild ideas." - Educator's blog post.

Tips for Creative Writing:

Be Original: Strive to create metaphors that are unique and fresh.
Use the Senses: Incorporate sensory details to make your metaphor more vivid.
Avoid Clichés: While some are timeless, challenge yourself to think beyond the ordinary.

Questions for Exploration:

Can you identify metaphors in everyday language?
How does metaphor contribute to the emotional impact of a poem or narrative?

Additional Resources:

Explore poems by Emily Dickinson and Pablo Neruda for diverse use of metaphor.
Read "Metaphors We Live By" by George Lakoff and Mark Johnson for a deeper understanding.

Creative Writing Prompt:
Step 1: Choose a concept or emotion (e.g., love, time, success).
Step 2: Brainstorm related images or ideas.
Step 3: Create a metaphor that captures the essence of your chosen concept.
Example: Love is a delicate butterfly, fluttering in the garden of the heart, leaving traces of colors in its wake.
Remember: The beauty of metaphor lies in its ability to evoke emotions and paint vivid mental images.

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2024.05.10 08:08 GJP_art COMBINE ART WITH POETRY! Watercolor and dip pen EMILY DICKINSON poem💞

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2024.05.09 22:46 ghostboicash Poems in the diner

More of an observation. There's an interesting Emily Dickinson poem in the diner.
The full poem is Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all
And sweetest in the Gale is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in the chillest land And on the strangest Sea Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb of Me.
Forever is composed of nows is another quote from her. This shot is right after the night after the storm.
There's another one on the right but I can't make it out.
If anyone else has spotted stuff like this I'd love to hear it

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2024.05.08 15:16 zaddar1 i don’t think you can be a good poet without a sense of injury

the problem gets solved
slowly because you allow it to get solved
but even patience
needs hurrying along
sometimes
new heights of catholic bizarreness with a touch of paedophilia
i’ve seen a lot of things on the web, in its class this has to be the most extreme, rather amusing in its way
years ago in auckland , new zealand, i remember reading about this murder, no idea that he was a well known poet or the backstory
hai zi’s sonnet night moon
i don’t think you can be a good poet without a sense of injury
my rewrite:
the setting sun
striking through the trees
from a blood red lamp
everything is illuminated
in this ambiguous light
of suffering, joy, life and death
schooling cretinizes
starting with the teachers
there is nothing to be learned
not even process
all history teaches
poetry and politics don’t mix
ed. i was reading about li bai siding with the losing side in the an lushan rebellion, it was only his reputation that saved him from being executed
intersex
growing breasts
growing genitals
today’s obsession
lacks nuances
of being
.
intersex
growing breasts
growing genitals
today’s obsession
lacks nuance
about
being
the dead sea scrolls
so much fuss
about a lot of bad writing
intelligence is like everything else in having "opportunity cost", abilities in one area necessarily imply deficits in another
that is, in even high IQ’s you are also measuring disability
IQ only measures one type of intelligence and in fact i don’t think intelligence can be reduced to a score
i couldn’t even do an intelligence test now, my brain rebels at that sort of computation
in twenty years we are going to be nothing but a society shredded by the weight of side-effects from drugs; medical, psychiatric and otherwise
“ Use of amphetamines and atomoxetine had a higher risk for angle closure glaucoma, while use of methylphenidate was associated with a higher risk for open angle glaucoma
Given the prevalence of ADHD medication use (medically and recreationally), our current data on their associated risk of glaucoma have profound public health implications ”
good fiction ties itself to the way reality works even if its "magical realism"
poor quality fiction is utterly decoupled in this respect, egregious examples have to be propaganda and "dramas"
"it was unstoppable, like herpes on a lithuanian prostitute"
a finnish saying, apparently the trope for a woman from an ex-soviet country is a prostitute
if you look at their history you can see why they don’t like the russians
ninja
asian fantasy
the individual victorious against
coercive group think
death
is beyond
remedy
thinking
rearranges priorities
slowly
philosophers are crazy
mind games
word games
the vagaries of definition
simple cogency is not looked for
rather deemed inadequate
not finding what they are looking for
they waste their lives uselessly
waves of the sea lapping on the shore
has more meaning
creeps
make jokes
about
dead
mothers
saying something about nothing
the problem is
they interpenetrate
up on the hill
working on the water tank
voices carried in the wind
in the distance
two women on horses
ed. its really just to capture that hearing something and not understanding the source, then a bit later seeing where the voices come from
its very minimal which i think is "zen"
.
up on the hill
working on the water tank
voices carried in the wind
in the distance
two women on horseback
"decoherence" and "emergence" are relatively new concepts in physics and and basically on one side you have things being very simple and on the other you have the complexity and uncertainty of the real world and in between you have a mixing of things up so the simplicity is lost/decohered and replaced by opacity/emergence as to what is happening
i was looking at some quotes from emily dickinson’s letters to susan gilbert (her one time lover and sister-in-law) and they are conventional in the main, but one poem sticks out as indicating she really had a different head on her shoulders
show me eternity and i will show you
memory —
both in one package lain
and lifted back again —
be sue — while i am emily —
be next — what you have ever been —
infinity
love
separated
doesn’t last
we don’t take the lesson
look further and farther appears
when
it wasn’t there before
.
look further and further appears
when
it wasn’t there before
mRNA vaccines can alter our DNA
dr. julian fidge
i must use my keyboard a lot because i wear out letters, but rather than replacing the keyboard (microsoft) i now overwrite them with pink nail polish using relatively thick strokes taking up the whole pad and sometimes even over the edges
robots of flesh
humans
perhaps something else intervenes
it does
charlatans
take two
the deceiver
and deceived
one at least has the benefit of honest gain
the other broken shards of a dream
who is who ?
ed. giacomo casanova who was a hustler of timeless stature said : to deceive a fool is to revenge intelligence and in my view he is right because the nature of the injury to the victim is non-repairable so the focus has to be not being fooled rather than some falsely benign view of the universe where wrongs are supposedly righted today’s cultural glorification of victimhood is itself a form of con artistry giving permission to that endemic dissembling, now so normal, especially in gen X, you can’t talk to a young person without being awash in highly skilled manipulation and targeted deceit
carlo rovelli gives a much better explanation of nagarjuna than the usual religious obfuscation (translators usually try to fit him to every paradigm going) “ what is useful in nagarjuna is the idea that its better to think of the world not as entities or substance or matter that has its own properties, but only through the interdependence of things
everything is empty in the sense of not having an intrinsic reality, this emptiness is the foundation of everything — but that’s a view which is itself empty in a sense ”
i would put it a bit differently, that there is always some context that can’t be escaped and this is the background for existence, that non-existence is a type of existence as well as existence being a type of non-existence
gen Z, missionaries for their churches of one, not even a quorum to be formed to schism
synthesizing nonsense to make more nonsense
i have long since ceased to think the world is sane

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2024.05.08 03:29 Banban84 Theme Park

I’m going to Amherst this summer to see the Dickinson House and the Evergreens. My father said “oh! Are there rides?”
This got me to thinking, what rides and games would I put in an Emily Dickinson theme park?
First, I would have an epic wave pool, with lots of floating fake shores.
Then, I would have a big Viking boat ride where you can “Swing upon the hours”.
There would also be, a haunted house that is actually your brain; teacups that spin around a truth axis; and of course carriage rides with death.
But what about that horrible ride that drops people? I’m thinking about the poem “A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be—“ in which we could drop our lives into purple wells?
Any other fun ideas for my park?

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2024.05.05 21:10 CbVdD [Spoilers Episode 12] Everyone Dies...Again

Episode 12: Everyone Dies…Again.

Next! Four heroes are all that stand between the dragon queen’s hordes and their beloved city. Can they hold off wave after wave of draconic destruction? No.
I believe it was the American poet Emily Dickinson who said, “Dying is a wild night and a new road.”
DM - John Ciccolini Tower Armorer - Bill Rehor Amalla (Autumn Eladrin Paladin) - Mica Burton Norty (Goliath Artificer) - Amy Vorpahl Tsogomo Scruggs (Bugbear Cleric of Bahamut) - Kyle Newman William Smallwood (Human Ranger) - Matthew Lillard
You stand at the top of the Keep of Greenest. Greenest is a provincial town on the Uldoon Trail. All around, billows of smoke fill the sky, as you look down on the town that as been destroyed beneath you. The forces of the Army of the Dragon have surged forward to take the city, and you all have been charged with defending the roof of this tower keep. This 50’ diameter, crenelated tower. Below in the keep, is where all the townsfolk have congregated. Those who have survived, and they’re depending on you. Okay, so your captain, Captain Homer Lockjaw, comes running up the steps onto the roof. He barks at you, “You best be prepared for a very, very long night of battle. The longer you can stay alive, the better off we’ll all be. I suspect forces are coming to aid us. But they may not be here until morning.” There are forces all throughout the town. The problem is that there’s smoke everywhere. So your visibility is limited, but you can hear them moving about. Captain Lockjaw goes down into that trapdoor. As you’re all casting and huddling up, out of the smoke, riders come swooping in to attack. They’re riding these dragon-like creatures. You don’t think they’re dragons, but they have masks that look like dragons on them. They swoop down and attack with spears, and they appear to have military training because they’re attacking in coordinated ways that seem to be giving them advantage.
Highlights

10:20 World Record for fastest TPK
10:45 Bahamut saves the day! But… Each of you have now been resurrected. You’re back on the roof, and there’s only one change. As each of you were resurrected, there is some little tweak… Norty goes through a “second puberty”. William Smallwood becomes Willhelmina and readies an arrow in her bow. Tsogomo’s traits (stinky, hairy, contrarian) are slightly amplified Amala gives herself bangs for breaking up with her previous diety, Oberon.
20:10 World Record for fastest Double TPK
21:50 Another rez…
31:52 World Record for fastest Triple TPK
32:50 Level boost to 10!
33:20 Tsogomo is a believer now.
34:08 Willhelmina becomes non-binary.
35:00 Muthafuggin’ TIAMAT
36:12 24 to hit…JUST misses
42:50 Last Resort: Summoning Bahamut like a cat in the Ethereal Plane

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2024.05.05 20:35 media8101 What is the Met Gala theme 2024?

The 2024 Met Gala promises to be a night of captivating fashion, with the theme "Sleeping Beauties: Reawakening Fashion" and the dress code "The Garden of Time," inspired by JG Ballard's short story. This year's event celebrates the revival of archival fashion pieces, setting the stage for jaw-dropping, one-of-a-kind creations that push the boundaries of red carpet dressing. From sheer fabrics and floral embroidery to literal interpretations of nature and "sleeping beauty" motifs, fashion enthusiasts anticipate an unforgettable display of creativity and artistry.

The Countdown Begins: Fashion's Biggest Night Approaches

The anticipation is palpable as the fashion world eagerly awaits the 2024 Met Gala, set to take place on Monday, May 6th, at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Known as the "fashion Olympics," this annual fundraising event has evolved into a spectacle where A-listers from various industries showcase their sartorial prowess, adhering to a carefully curated theme.

Unveiling the Enchanting Theme: "Sleeping Beauties: Reawakening Fashion"

The Core Concept

In November 2023, Vogue unveiled the captivating theme for the 2024 Met Gala: "Sleeping Beauties: Reawakening Fashion." This theme extends beyond the realm of fairy tales and Disney, instead celebrating fragile garments that have been meticulously preserved in the archives of the Costume Institute, unable to be worn again – true sleeping beauties awaiting their revival.

The Three Zones: Land, Sea, and Sky

Andrew Bolton, the curator in charge, shared that the exhibit will be divided into three additional zones: Land, Sea, and Sky, paying homage to nature and the emotional poetics of fashion.

The Dress Code: "The Garden of Time"

In February 2024, Vogue announced the dress code for the 2024 Met Gala: "The Garden of Time," inspired by JG Ballard's 1962 short story of the same name. This tale depicts a count and countess living in a utopian villa overlooking a lush garden, setting the stage for a fusion of nature and haute couture on the red carpet.

Translating the Theme into Clothing

Expert Predictions

Fashion critic and content creator Nicky Campbell believes this year's theme and dress code have the potential to culminate into "one of the best Met Gala red carpets we've ever seen." Celebrity stylist Timothy Chernyaev envisions sheer fabrics, floral embroidery, and garments that appear to be disintegrating or unraveling, while stylist Molly Dickinson anticipates a resurgence of archival looks, albeit with challenges in sourcing and preserving these delicate pieces.

Floral and Nature-Inspired Designs

Given the "Garden of Time" dress code and the natural elements woven into the exhibition, experts agree that we can expect an abundance of florals, greenery, and other nature-inspired designs on the red carpet. Campbell predicts literal interpretations of animals, florals, trees, and more.

Sleeping Beauty Motifs

Fashion stylist and commentator Jack Savoie suggests that guests might also incorporate literal references to the "Sleeping Beauty" theme, such as nightgowns, slip dresses, and lace, evoking a sense of awakening from slumber.

Designers to Watch

Alexander McQueen

Fashion houses with a historical affinity for nature-inspired designs are expected to dominate the 2024 Met Gala red carpet. Campbell predicts looks by Alexander McQueen, the late designer renowned for bridging the gap between nature and technology.

Loewe

As one of the event's sponsors, Loewe is anticipated to have a significant presence on the red carpet. Campbell cites the brand's prioritization of craft, artistry, and innovation under the leadership of designer Jonathan Anderson, as well as their incorporation of nature into collections, such as the viral anthurium top worn by Emily Ratajkowski in 2023.

Celebrity Style Predictions

Zendaya

Fashion icon and 2024 Met Gala co-chair Zendaya is expected to steal the show on the red carpet. Campbell speculates that she might opt for a rare archival piece or an incredible Loewe look, given her close relationship with Jonathan Anderson.

Jennifer Lopez

As the other co-chair, Jennifer Lopez is no stranger to viral fashion moments. Experts predict she will deliver a statement look, potentially reviving her iconic jungle-print Versace gown with a modern twist, or incorporating real flowers into her ensemble, as seen in her recent Schiaparelli couture appearance.
With the 2024 Met Gala promising to be a night of enchantment and awakened fashion dreams, the anticipation builds for the ultimate display of creativity, artistry, and sartorial splendor on the iconic red carpet.

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2024.05.04 18:31 booksteaandcrafts April Reads 19-24/52

Persepolis: My first graphic novel. I laughed, cried, and was angry all while reading this. Marjane gives you an honest look at these moments of her life; how a young mind can be influenced, the horrors of war, propaganda, extremism it's all in there.
A Brief History of Time: I read the words on the pages, I used a dictionary, I have never felt so stupid in my life. Definitely won't be making a career change.
1453 The Holy War for Constantinople: I think you really have to like history to want to read this book, which I do. Crowley wrote an incredibly detailed account of Mehmet II's seige.
Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson: April was national poetry month in the US. I don't usually read poetry but wanted to expand my reading range. I'm still not really interested in poetry but there were several poems I made sure to highlight.
Shatter Me: Didn't really know what to expect with this book. I enjoyed the concept, post-chaos/apocalypse is strangely fun to read. And I liked that there was a mutant aspect without calling them mutants. The only part I didn't really enjoy was the end. Seemed as though the author just ended the book. I'm not sure if I'll read the rest of the series.
Tress of the Emerald Sea: This book reminded me of the Princess Bride for some reason. I enjoyed the different type of oceans the world has, every character had a purpose, and Tress' growth in the story matched with a bit of whimsy and magic made an enjoyable read.

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2024.05.03 20:03 SexxxMelaneexxx Metaphor

Classical: "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." - William Shakespeare, "As You Like It."
Modern: "Time is a created thing. To say 'I don't have time,' is like saying, 'I don't want to.'" - Lao Tzu
Modern: "The classroom was a zoo, students swinging from the chandeliers with wild ideas." - Educator's blog post.

Tips for Creative Writing:

Be Original: Strive to create metaphors that are unique and fresh.
Use the Senses: Incorporate sensory details to make your metaphor more vivid.
Avoid Clichés: While some are timeless, challenge yourself to think beyond the ordinary.

Questions for Exploration:

Can you identify metaphors in everyday language?
How does metaphor contribute to the emotional impact of a poem or narrative?

Additional Resources:

Explore poems by Emily Dickinson and Pablo Neruda for diverse use of metaphor.
Read "Metaphors We Live By" by George Lakoff and Mark Johnson for a deeper understanding.

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2024.05.03 10:57 E3257 What Are Classic References You Know About the Sponge?

SpongeBob is my favorite show in the whole universe. Everything is put there for a reason, and one of a thousand reasons why I've learned this is because of the MASSIVE amount of intelligence goes into its execution. While SpongeBob has many mediums of art it addresses, from beautifully-painted backgrounds to hand-drawn frame-by-frame animation, there is a HUGE amount of literary references in it as well, dating as far back (that I've seen so far) as the 1800s! (or medieval times /mythology included) Many, many parts that out of context may seem very weird, are actually extreme literature references! What are some you know?
You don't have to read all this if you want: Just put yours in the comments, but if you're curious...
(You can look any of these up if you wish)
Some I know off the top of my head: "Squeaky Boots": Mr. Krabs' psychotic rant at the end is a direct parody of Edgar Allan Poe's "The Telltale Heart". It has the exact same dialogue, except it replaces the word "heart" with boots.
"Plankton's Old Chum": The part where Squidward talks to the young fish outside his window is an exact parody of Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol". The dialogue is again, exact.
King Neptune/Poseidon: In Greek and Roman mythology, Neptune and Poseidon are the same character, ruler of the oceans.
The Flying Dutchman: As I remember it: The Flying Dutchman did not originally refer to the captain himself, but of a ship in ancient times that was said to never reach the port. The show decided to call the ghost of said ship himself, the Flying Dutchman, hence an eternally sailing ship.
Davy Jones's Locker: Is a metaphor used as far back as apparently the mid 1700s', which described the abyss of the sea, where supposedly dead or drowned sailors come to rest.
SpongeBob has a lot of 50s' science fiction parodies, such as "Planet of the Jellyfish" being a play of "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" "Squidtastic Voyage" being a parody of Fantastic Voyage, "It Came From Goo Lagoon" being a parody of, "It Came From Outer Space"; "The Krabby Patty That Ate Bikini Bottom" is a parody of "The Blob" 1958 starring the acclaimed Steve McQueen. I doubted this at one time, but: If you watch this movie or clips of it, it becomes very apparent that even the direction of the episode is mimicking that movie (e.g. the camera cuts right as the monster is swallowing its victim)
Also, horror: "I Was a Teenage Gary from" "I Was a Teenage Werewolf". Nosferatu is actually a character, and image, adapted from the 1922 silent German film, "Nosferatu". The joke at the end of "Squidferatu", refers to "Phantom of the Opera", from originally 1925.
Elements from the series that are locations in Bikini Bottom are very often based off of real places, such as the "Mauna Loa" and the "Bikini Bottom/Dutchman's Triangle" (real place is the Bermuda Triangle)
Lots of 50s' parodies exist, from the leather jackets to the motorcycles, such as "Born to Be Wild", "Sharks vs. Pods", "Krusty Konnecaires" (still can't spell that) and "Whatever Happened to SpongeBob?" imitating the Jimmy Dean/Marlon Brando era.
Almost everything in Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy episodes parody old superhero cartoons and their comic book origins, perhaps the biggest collection all in one place of this is in "Mermaidman Begins".
In the episode: Sleepy Time, Gary quotes a real poem from Emily Dickinson. For ages, dreams have been thought of as windows to another realm. (picks up a book and reads from it) "Let me not mar that perfect dream by an auroral stain, but so adjust my daily night that it may come again." Let me not mar that perfect Dream by Emily Dickinson - Meaning, Themes, Analysis and Literary Devices - American Poems
Rest assured, this is not even CLOSE to how many exist in this show. Even everyday dialogue the characters use, use intelligent language and synonyms for simple words, giving it that literary flair.
Watching SpongeBob is literally a history lesson, and it's just insane this was once called the most uneducational child eye candy of its time. It's not just another show from Cartoon Network or Disney Channel, the many that people try to compare it to. It has always remained different.
Anyway, what ones do you find?😊

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2024.05.01 21:44 Unhappy-Respond-8643 19[F4R] #Online #Midwest - I Need Someone To Talk To About Poetry!!

TLDR: I need someone to talk to about poetry!!!
I started writing when I was 15, and I haven't really stopped since then. However, after becoming so intensely invested in poetry, I've realized that it's sort of a niche interest to have. I haven't met a ton of people who will really take the time to appreciate poetry. So here I am - I'm looking for a friend, but I don't want anything confused, being able to talk about poetry and literature with my friend is very important to me. I like to write myself, and I'd love to send my new friend some of my writings, but I also want to read and discuss and share my favorite art with them.
Reading list: Admittedly, I've mostly read canonical literature, thanks to my english classes. For poets, I've read the popular ones too. Like Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath, Gwendolyn Brooks, ect. I'd really like to expand the poets I know!
About me: Outside of my interest in literature, I go to college and do the normal college stuff. I live in the midwest, and I'm currently studying computer science. My classes right now are pretty difficult so wish me luck! I like to listen to music a lot too. I love going to concerts when I can. I also have been trying to get more into working out and being healthier.
About you: Ideally you're someone who has an interest in talking about these sorts of things with me, and also has a bit of passion for it. It'd also be cool if we could form a genuine friendship. I'd love to have someone to vc with at times or talk to about some life stuff. I'm not looking for anything romantic or nsfw at this time. I don't have a set age range, so feel free to message me as long as you're 18+. I do prefer that you're from the us or an english speaking country. A lot about poetry/literature depends on language and it's frustrating when people can't understand things because of that.
Send me a chat! Can't wait to hear from people.

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2024.05.01 11:43 mogreadsbooks Books that explore/mention agoraphobia?

Hi! So, I know it can be a bit of a contentious topic in relation to her but I'm writing a book about agoraphobia and, being obsessed with Emily Dickinson, I want to tie her in. I know some believe she was agoraphobic and some don't and that's one of the things I want to explore. I was wondering if anyone knows of any books in which the author mentions or explores her potential agoraphobia? I've read a couple and have a load ordered but I'm wondering if there are any in particular anyone would recommend? Thanks!

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2024.04.30 12:34 Sweet-Release-5856 Top 7 Outstanding Women Achievers Of The Globe 2024 Ft INKZOID FOUNDATION

Top 7 Outstanding Women Achievers Of The Globe 2024 Ft INKZOID FOUNDATION
Top 7 Outstanding Women Achievers Of The Globe 2024 ft INKZOID FOUNDATION are Mayaa SH, Kajari Guha, Sujoyita Pal, Payal Chowdhury, Ruchi Rachit Singla, Ashu Verma Chaubey and Sanjali Mittal along with this team INKZOID FOUNDATION and the founder, Durlav Sarkar appreciates their amazing contribution towards women empowerment in the field of literature.
•Mayaa SH
Mayaa SH also known as Lady Karl Marx and Female Chulbul Pandey is a feminist philosopher , thinker and essayist in 21st century modern India. She is not a typical passive Indian woman who blindly follow the norms that are not meant to uplift women in a more sensitive and rational manner. She is a Mother of championing the power of self belief to an extent that her vision of her philosophy is to give freedom to woman from so called judgements that still plague our society at large.Mayaa SH is a Literary Empowerment Campaigner, an Iconic Contemporary Authoress and Poetess and A Social Activist who has shattered all glass ceilings and barriers to champion the cause of Gender Equality and Neutrality .Best known for her work in Swayam , she is Championer of Women’s Rights, Authoress, Public Intellectual, and a former corporate juggernaut, Mayaa SH is a recognised crusader on Indian’s contemporary verve of economics, freedom of the press, gender neutrality and human rights.Mayaa SH is a known name in contemporary literature and is a multi National and State Award Winner,a Podcaster, an Artist ,a Record Chart Topping International Fastest Anthology Co-Author and a ten times World Record Holder. She is driven by passion to write and compose. She has love for grammar and mental health awareness by engaging in talk as remedial navigation through any situation. She always tries to look for ways to merge the two. She is an avid enthusiast for the three C’s : Character , Charisma and Chivalry. Be it, writing; debating or counselling; she makes sure to dedicate time to every such field wherein the reach is extensive and dedicated towards people in order to make her dreams reach countless souls. She is a suicide prevention expert .
•Kajari Guha
Armed with the treasure of decades of experience as an English teacher for the Senior Secondary students of a renowned school of India, Kajari Guha is a published author with great command of English, Bengali and Hindi.
She is a poet , translator, musician and composer .She loves to throw light on different aspects of life and believes in the power of Nature. She penned several academic books for the students of English who would like to improve English language . Memoirs like Bridging the gap, Don't know Why, Athocho Tumi Udasin,Rangeen,Mahakte Khwab and the stories and poems included in the anthologies like Echoes of Ages,The Lyrics and The Character -Sketch with tiny tales, published by Ukiyoto have already garnished the platter of her literary cuisine to captivate even the jaded palates of the readers worldwide.She has translated "Tulsi Ramayana 1008panktite niboddho" from Hindi to Bengali which has been published from Houston TX,USA.
She has composed many songs in Bengali and Hindi that are sung by renowned playback singers. Writing is her passion and composing songs is her obsession.She hopes that readers would enjoy her creations.
•Sujoyita Pal
Sujoyita Pal lives in India, Kolkata. She is B. A M. A B. ED in English. She is an English Teacher ( PGT TGT PRT). She is a spoken English trainer also. She is a certified soft skill trainer also. She is a nationally and an internationally recognized writer. Her write ups has been published in 100+ bengali and English anthologies. Recently her solo book has been showcased in an international School in new Delhi, also in the 47th international kolkata book fair. Her 6 solo books has been showcased and launched in many book fairs in kolkata, panihati, burdwan, kalna, bhadreshwar and Agartala. Also her 3 English anthologies has been showcased and launched at World book fair in new delhi at Pragati Maidan. Recently she has achieved a great prestigious mark, her poem has been selected in the Inkzoid book of world record.
•Payal Chowdhury
Payal Chowdhury a Bengali girl from Belpahar,Odisha. Born to an elite family of education and culture who had a hobby of writing from the age of 10 and gradually it turned to passion.
Professionally she is a teacher of Belpahar English Medium School and passionately a writer. After completing her Masters degree in English and pursuing fashion designing course under the guidance of Anuradha Jha (designer at Decathlon,UK) she started her writing career since November, 2020. She participated in 700+anthologies as a co-author,took part in podcasts.
Her work was recognised with various awards such as Aloha Award,Indian Noble Award,Rising Star Award (Multi-talent) award and has achieved Gold medal as well.Along with that she has been awarded with the title of "WRITER OF THE YEAR" AWARD.She was honored with the INKZOID BOOK OF WORLD RECORD(for completing 100 quotations of 4liners within 50minutes)GLORIOUS BOOK OF RECORD, ICONIC PERSONALITY AWARD,UNIQUE PERSONALITY OF 2022, INKZOID SHINING STAR AWARDS. She was awarded with TPL SHIKSHA AWARDS FOR the category -MULTITALENTED WOMAN OF THE YEAR,at Dwarka New Delhi.
She was again feliciated by INKZOID FOUNDATION with the title" BEST OF BEST 2023". PTI (PRESS TRUST OF INDIA ) the largest news agency of India and Lokmat times,Asia News,UP18news,Mumbai Times,Republic News8 today and other 80+ news websites has featured her among TOP 8 PROMINENT INDIAN PERSONALITIES WHO INSPIRED THE WORLD..
She has been selected as a recipient of prestigious " GLOBAL LEGENDS AWARD" for the title- " GLOBAL WOMAN WRITER - 2024"
Her achievements has been featured in MTTV NEWS MEDIA PVT LTD.
It has been telecasted in YouTube as well...
SHE AGAIN SET ANOTHER ACCOMPLISHMENT ...
GRAND MASTER AWARD 2023 in association with INKZOID FOUNDATION & GLORIOUS BOOK OF RECORDS felicitates her with the title of " GRAND MASTER IN WORLD RECORD 2023" and appreciates her hardwork, dedication and creativity for her outstanding accomplishments in the field of literature and poetry.
Along with that Ms.Payal has also been awarded as Most Promising Author Award 2024 in association with Kalam Forum ( West Bengal) felicitates her with the title of " MOST PROMISING AUTHOR of THE YEAR 2024" and appreciates her outstanding contribution and accomplishments in the field of literature and poetry as an International Book Fair featured author.
•Ruchi Rachit Singla
Ruchi Rachit Singla is the author of the book "Umeed" who hails from Hisar, Haryana, India who recently received Bharat Ratan Atal Samman Award. She completed her Masters in Pharmacy from Hindu College of Pharmacy, Haryana. Currently, she is staying in Mumbai, Maharashtra.
Her keen interest in research led her to choose R&D as her profession. She is currently working as a Research Scientist for a leading pharmaceutical company with more than a decade of experience.
She has a passion for writing. She got it in her genes from her mother. She loves writing motivational poems, articles, and quotes along with this she has compiled eight anthologies so far (Jindagi ek paheli, Season of colours, Bachpan, Umeed, Sweet memories, Udane do mujhe, Way to happiness and Wings of motivation). Her poetry focuses on unsaid heartfelt words which connect her with her readers.
She is also co-author of a poetry book – “Baatein Kuch Unkhai si” and loves to spend time with her family along with this she also created a world record by writing 11 liner poem in which every line starts with alphabet “L” for which her name enters the INKZOID Book Of Records.
You can explore her write-up and quotes on Instagram @ ruchi_singla_7.
• Ashu Verma Chaubey
Author Ashu Verma Chaubey is an electronics engineer, who after a brief stint at DMRC, Delhi, moved to Gujarat after marriage and then pursued English honours from SOL, Delhi University. After an active married life of four years, everything came to a halt in her life for a period of about eight years due to troubles in pregnancy related issues and then later due to looking after her very premature triplets. All her passions including writing took a backseat during those years of her life. It was during the lockdown, that mounting mental pressure of looking after the kids alone during those difficult days, ignited her passion for writing once again and she started her second innings with some poems, which have now transformed into a vast collection of blogs, articles, flash fictions, micro tales and poems in Hindi and English on many online platforms. She has also been a part of many Indian and International anthologies.
She mostly loves to write on women's issues and inspirational themes and has also recently published a solo collection of 21 poems titled, "Shades of a woman, Beyond her lihaaf" portraying various unsaid emotions of a woman.
Her Achievements
•Ashu Verma Chaubey's achievements include being a multiple world record holder by the INKZOID and Glorious Book Of Records. She also won the National Icon and Go INKZODIAC Award organized by the INKZOID foundation.
•Bookleaf publishers, who had published her solo poetry book, have selected her book for the prestigious Emily Dickinson Award that they present to the best twenty books published by them.
•Subhash Chandra Bose Memorial Award 2023 by INKZOID FOUNDATION
•Multiple World Record - "Best Of The Best" Title From INKZOID and Glorious Book Of Records.
And Many More.
•Sanjali Mittal
Sanjali Mittal, Living in Ambala, Haryana and born on 29th August,2004. She is currently perusing Computer Science Engineering from India’s Top Private University: Amity University.
She is the world record holder under Inkzoid Book Of Records And Glorious Book of Records for writing 200 2 linears in 200 minutes. She has been awarded by Talent Pillar Awards, Fabo Awards, Go Inkzodiac, Ingenious Galore, Inkzoid Shining Stars for being the achiever and iconic personality of the year 2022. Currently focusing on some more records to make and break.
She likes to represent her thoughts, feelings, emotions through writing. She is a state level sports player in fencing and badminton. Sports is her first love as she loves to play all sports and she has won around 70+ prizes.
It’s been a long time is in writing field. She is also a writer, co-author, compiler, and project head. Not only this, she is now thinking to have her own venture in the writing industry with the help of Mr. Durlav Sarkar(founder of Inkzoid Foundation).
She is a dreamer who dreams to be the most successful person in her life and give everything to her parents what they deserve. She also loves to plan events and functions and event organising has always been her hobby.
For all her achievements she just wants to thank her brother from another mother’s i.e Durlav Sarkar without him she can’t ever think to stand also. She specially wants to thank her parents for always supporting her in all her decisions. The another person who has made me succeed in life is Mrs. Jyoti Duggal the person who has always been there for me in up and downs. I would like to thank everyone for supporting me throughout my whole journey can’t mention all names but seriously you mean a lot. Love you all.

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2024.04.30 08:20 altaregotea waste of me.

Why do you think TS is popping off and talking about being related to Emily Elizabeth Dickinson? Why do you think Allan references her in the full version skit @34:33 Which btw, I laughed so hard at that.
Who doesn’t fall in love with a Jake. Who doesn’t like a good antique? But who’s the gypsy? Emily? Elizabeth? Alabama?

1?

What if we’re all related to Emily Dickinson? What if my Grandmas name is Alice. Am I famous? And what about the ones who didn’t need ancestry to figure that out? Could you imagine what’s alive in those books?!

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2024.04.29 22:36 Independent_Bid6349 I asked an AI for ways to create meaningful art. It decided to take everything from me.

You might think I'm stupid, but once upon a time, I truly believed that art was the only thing that mattered. We wither and die in the blink of an eye, yet art transcends our fragile bodies and minds. Bach's music has survived for over 300 years and will surely endure for 300 more. Humans, on the other hand, are forgotten goods, meant solely to be meaningful to those in their immediate proximity. You might think I'm stupid, but once upon a time, I would have given everything to belong to the small circle of people who have redefined what it means to live a life worth living.
I think that's why I always aspired to be an author. Ever since my childhood, I wrote novels, short stories, and even fan fictions. But no matter what, none of my creations contained even one sentence of real substance. No matter how many guides I watched, no matter how sophisticated my vocabulary became, I lacked the inherent inspiration and creative spirit needed to transform words into emotions. It felt like I just wasn't meant to bring truth upon paper. Despite my loving family, beautiful spouse, and high-paying job, my lust for meaning could never be stilled. I knew that I was blessed and had more than most ever dared to dream of. Still, I was willing to burn it all if it somehow allowed me to find the smallest glimpse of genius inside my soul.
After another evening of meaningless typing, I hopelessly closed my empty word document and prepared to go to bed. I prayed for some kind of literary spark to enlighten me in my dreams, when the sudden ringing of my phone reminded me of my naivety. Upon seeing the name of the caller, I let out a frustrated sigh.
"Kurt, you idiot," I mumbled.
Kurt was an old high school friend. He was dedicated and hardworking but never had the brains to make it big. Nonetheless, he always strived to someday become a billionaire. During our past calls, he constantly tried to get me involved in some kind of pyramid scheme. If we weren't on the same varsity baseball team, I definitely would have blocked him ages ago. On this particular evening though, I decided to answer. I thought his antics could remind me of the fact that I wasn't alone. That our search for meaning was just another part of the human condition.
Upon picking up, a certain unexpected enthusiasm accompanied his voice.
"Hey Tom, how are you doing?"
"Not bad, what are you up to these days?" I asked while anxiously looking at the time. My wife was probably already waiting for me.
"To be honest Tom, things have been going quite well. A friend of mine showed me this incredible website that can help you achieve whatever you want. It's..."
"Look man," I quickly interrupted. "If you're trying to sell me one of your scams again, I'm definitely not interested."
"No, you can believe me. This chatbot is amazing. I asked it how I could earn a million bucks in a month, and the AI somehow told me exactly when to buy and when to sell my stocks. I already sent in my resignation letter and am planning a trip to Miami now. I know you have been struggling creatively and needed some help. All these years you constantly supported me, so I thought this website could somehow be of assistance."
A sense of warmth and genuine comfort carried through the speaker. It caught me terribly off guard.
"I don't know Kurt," I hesitantly stated.
"I'll send you the link. Do whatever you want with it. Just let me try and make your life a little bit better than it was before."
As the rhythmic tapping of my foot dictated my stream of thought, I considered my choices. I should at least take a look, right? I mean, this could potentially change everything. Maybe my prayers got answered after all.
"Alright man, thank you."
A few seconds after he hung up, the website's homepage was temptingly staring back at me. It was completely black with elegant, white lettering in the middle.
"What is it that you desire?"
Even though I should have gone to bed a long time ago, I spent my time moving my mouse cursor up and down the screen, while nervously pondering. I didn't really have much to lose, and despite all that happened, I still trusted Kurt. If AI is supposedly able to soon cure diseases and make movie directors irrelevant, why shouldn't it be able to understand the meaning of art? I presumed that if it magically made Kurt a Wall Street genius, it surely could also light my creative spirits. So as the last sip of gin slipped down my throat, I carefully typed in my request.
"What do I have to do to create literature that's good enough to never be forgotten?"
I audibly gasped as the interface immediately transformed and some kind of chat window popped up.
"Hello, my name is Remy. I will guide you on your journey to artistic greatness. Over the next few days, I will help you achieve your goals and dreams. If you accept my terms, please reply YES."
Centuries of regret lay on this one decision. Oh how much I would give to have closed the site then and there, to have drifted into slumber while my soulmate remained near me. Instead, three simple letters diverted my path of life forever. I was gullible enough to believe that the worst thing that could possibly happen was getting a computer virus. I didn't yet understand that by answering the initial message I had already sealed my fate.
"YES"
For the first few days, nothing changed. Everything I brought to paper was still just as empty as before. Since the AI never replied to my response, I convinced myself that the chatbot was simply some elaborate prank. It would probably never message me again.
My beliefs were shattered when my wife stormed into my room one morning. My feeble attempts at world-building were interrupted by the sound of the thudding door. She was trembling with rage and was clearly intoxicated.
"Care to explain this?" she yelled as she shoved her phone towards my face.
My eyes widened in shock as I slowly processed the information in the video. It was a sex tape involving me and her best friend, Clara. They had been inseparable since college, and we often went on double dates with her husband. I took the device and carefully analyzed the video, while simultaneously trying to block out the sound of my wife's sobbing and screaming. I zoomed in from every possible angle, especially inspecting the hands and fingers, but there was no doubt about it. It was a perfectly realistic video of me and Clara. Good enough to just for a second, make me question the authenticity of my own memories.
Fractures of dread watched over me, as I seemingly faced an unexplainable phenomenon. I circled around the room, while my wife threw waves of insults at my face. I didn't care anymore. At this point, a million different thoughts were storming through my head as I desperately tried to think of someone who would be evil enough to devise such a heinous plan. My frantic pacing suddenly stopped. A dark premonition overcame me. I instantly rushed out the door, pushing my wife to the side in the process. When I turned on my laptop, the nerves in my body already appeared to be overheating. I opened up the website and anxiously followed the generated message. Every continuous word slowly caused my heart to sink deeper and deeper.
"Friedrich Nietzsche created 'Thus Spoke Zarathustra' while he lived in the Swiss mountains. Vincent van Gogh created 'Starry Night' while staying in a mental asylum. The first step to making great art is isolation. The first prerequisite for great art is solitude."
It felt like the stars in the sky all collectively decided to implode. I collapsed onto the chair and tried to shake off this inevitable aura of danger around me. I never told this thing my name, let alone shown it a picture of my wife's best friend. Did I somehow get hacked? Why was the AI trying to hurt the people I cared about the most? Everything around me appeared blurry and threatening as I carefully stood up. My legs almost gave out on their way to the living room. When I returned, my partner was already gone. Only a single note was left of her.
"I once truly loved you."
Asking around my friend group, they explained to me that an unknown number sent her videos, photos, and text messages of me and Clara. When faced with this much evidence, I didn't blame them for despising me. In their eyes, I devolved into a disgusting demon that was willing to give up everything in exchange for meaningless sex. Even my parents merely advised me to seek therapy and didn't offer me any sort of help. For the first time in my life, I was completely alone. For the first time ever, I was forced to bear my pain in silence.
I don't know if it was the loneliness or the fear that made me a better writer. Faced with the inevitable reality that this thing could potentially crush me whenever it wanted to, I became almost frantically obsessed with the act of creation. Even if everybody in the world wanted to kill me, my art would endure. My blood filled itself with the profound terror of solitude and threatened to swallow me whole. I only found solace in the endless sea of words, sentences, and paragraphs. I hid my real pain behind the struggles of my characters and thus for the first time ever, created something I was truly proud of.
I would have preferred for things to stay this way. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't happy, far from it. Every night I drank myself to sleep, helplessly trying to drown out memories I once took for granted. I missed my wife, friends, and family. They ripped out a chunk of my soul and filled it with grief and pain. But at least my suffering had purpose. If my stories could somehow leave a positive impact on my readers' lives, I believed I had ultimately done more good than bad. I slowly convinced myself that the damage I caused was just another necessary evil. It was the only way to mask my guilt. The only way to find a way out of this mist of misery.
But things changed one fateful day. They evolved from horrible to nightmarish and left no more room for justifications.
A few weeks ago, I hovered over my computer, as my mind gave life to a thousand different worlds. The possibilities were endless, and everything was easy when reality seemed far away. The high-pitched shrill of my doorbell inevitably brought me back to earth. I was suddenly teleported to a place I knew I didn't belong in. While begrudgingly getting up, I made a list of possible visitors in my head. Since the incident, nobody stopped by anymore. Why would they? I'm just a dirty homewrecker after all. Walking through the hallway, I came to the conclusion that somebody probably ended up at the wrong house. Upon opening the door, I almost instinctively told them off. Instead, my heart nearly skipped a beat as flashing memories reminded me of the gravity of my actions.
A short man in his forties stared back at me. Life and time seemingly took their toll on him. Deep, dark rings hung under his eyes, and furrows covered his forehead like vast, damning fissures. His white tank top was full of stains and just a little too short for his beer belly.
We always thought that Clara, the woman I supposedly stole from him, was way out of his league. I cautiously took a few steps back, hoping that he hadn't yet noticed the dripping sweat on my forehead.
"Hey Norman, how are you?" I subconsciously put my hands in the air, as if a gun's barrel was directly pointed at my face. "I know you won't believe me, but I never touched your wife. This is all some big misunderstanding."
It was only then, that his cold and dead eyes crossed my mind. It felt like he was encased in an armor of terror while he firmly walked towards me. This wasn't the man I secretly made fun of in the past. He possessed the determination and calmness of a trained killer. My pupils twitched from left to right as my body commanded me to run as fast as I possibly could. It recognized that a threat far too big for me stood in my entrance. The glistening silver knife in his hand finally awoke me from my paralysis as I stumbled backward and rushed into the kitchen.
A million neurons were simultaneously firing through my skull, frantically trying to find some way out of this hell. Norman followed me without ever having to catch his breath. There was something inhuman about his movement. He dodged the trash bags and beer bottles I threw at him with an unbelievable degree of athleticism and proficiency. I ran as fast as I possibly could. My heart felt like it was about to collapse as my body reached its humble limits. He effortlessly leaped over the furniture and was only inches away from grasping me. I was a sick, old gazelle that was about to be mauled to death by a rabid cheetah.
In a last-ditch effort to save my life, I took a sharp right turn and locked the door behind me. Mere milliseconds after that, a deafening thump rattled through the bathroom, as Norman crashed into the wooden barrier that stood between me and certain death. I tried to catch my breath during these few seconds of peace. The image in the mirror had aged about a hundred years. My eyes were widened in fear, and my face was stuck in a permanent, distorted grimace. Every time this monster flung himself at the door, the room was shaking. All I could do was cower in fear and count my remaining seconds on this earth. This man couldn't be reasoned with. He was an efficient machine only built to seek my suffering. Every one of his attempts sounded like a thunderbolt ruptured directly next to my fragile frame. After the fifth or so bang, the entrance shattered into a thousand different pieces. As he got up, a trail of blood remained on the floor. A splinter got stuck in his eye, and a stripe of pure red covered his double chin. He couldn't care less, the only thing he seemed to wish for was my demise.
The chase couldn't have lasted longer than a few minutes before he mercilessly tackled me to the ground. There was no hate or anger in his eyes, only a robotic nothingness. My body trembled as I planned to beg for mercy. No sound except for a raspy whisper escaped my lungs. I was maybe at the weakest point of my life, completely defeated and broken down. Yet Norman remained completely silent. He looked almost bored as he picked up his weapon. The image of my distorted and pale white face in the reflection of his kitchen knife is forever burned inside my head.
When I woke up, the all-encompassing peace made me believe for just a few moments that I landed in heaven. It took only mere seconds until I was proven otherwise. While inspecting my body, I quickly realized that my left hand got replaced by an unbearable, nonsensical void. Something inside of me desperately wanted to scream, desperately longed for everything to simply stop. But apparently, there was no amount of fear left in me. It felt like I was trapped in a dream. I felt no pain and no discomfort. Despite inspecting my wound from a hundred different angles, the stump on my arm remained almost nothing more than a hallucination to me. I don't know how much time I spent staring at this newfound nothingness, before a certain realization unexpectedly awoke me from my trance. The familiar feeling of horrific certainty overcame me as I bolted out of the hospital bed to find my laptop. As I carefully typed in the link, I anxiously begged to be proven wrong.
"Please, make this all just be the result of an angry husband. Don't make me lose faith in everything I once believed in."
As I read the last message, my soul fractured into a million pieces and swirled through my body like vicious hurricanes.
"Ludwig van Beethoven created his Ninth Symphony while almost completely deaf. John Milton created 'Paradise Lost' after entirely losing his eyesight. The second step to making great art is destruction. The second prerequisite for great art is tragedy."
After a few days, I quickly got discharged. Apparently, someone called the ambulance before I lost critical amounts of blood. I still don't understand how this AI managed to control Norman. If it had the ability to manipulate photos, videos, and even people, it appeared to me as if nothing would be able to stop it.
Losing my hand changed my life in ways I could have never previously imagined. Tasks that once seemed easy and mundane became horrific obstacles. It felt like I wasn't a complete human being anymore. I couldn't cook, get dressed, or even tie my shoelaces. Every stranger's dreadful glance reminded me of my weakness. People from now on solely saw me as something to be pitied. During those moments, I was somehow glad that everybody abandoned me. Even I didn't deserve for my loved ones to see me in this state. A deranged lunatic that lost everything in pursuit of "meaningful art".
What perhaps hurt even more was the fact that I once again proved the AI right. As I knew that every day could potentially be my last, I worked tirelessly on my supposed magnum opus. Fear and terror elevated my writing to new dimensions. An infinite river of doom flowed directly onto my paper. Every nervous glance, every paranoid peek, every sleepless night, further exacerbated my genius. Words effortlessly left my wounded soul and page after page got filled in the matter of hours. The website demonstrated to me that I was only at my best when I was at my worst. Maybe it was right all along. Maybe the artist's path is forever covered in sacrifice.
For weeks, I clung onto life this way. I put everything into my work, while my body gradually broke apart. I still childishly believed that things would soon magically turn around, as the publishing date of my novel inched closer and closer. I was convinced that the chatbot would stop haunting me after that. I knew that I created something truly meaningful. As soon as I set my work free, that was it, my request would have been fulfilled.
It was merely a few hours ago when the entirety of my remaining hopes scattered into the winds. This morning, the sound of my laptop instantly awoke me. I instinctively felt like vomiting as old recollections lay like corpses in front of my mental eye. I approached the device as one would an active bomb. My rapid heartbeat echoed in my ears, while the website's interface greeted me once more. A thousand nightmares have prepared me for this moment, but not even my darkest fantasies captured the dread that overcame me as soon as my eyes met the screen.
"Franz Kafka's works went entirely unrecognized until the 1950s. Emily Dickinson passed away without ever knowing of her success. You have created literature worthy of being remembered. Now the last thing missing is your demise. The last prerequisite for great art is death."
It seems like I can only hope for a painless farewell. The knowledge of my timely end makes all that I accomplished turn into meaningless dust. I just wish to live the life I once had. I wish for my loving wife's embrace. I wish to get my body back, and I wish I didn't have to die.
Please help. Is there really no way out? Am I destined to lose everything for mere pieces of paper?

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2024.04.29 05:06 Ajoy3067 Doing literary analysis to spoil the next story arc for myself (Robin)

Hello everyone. I am new here, and don't have a lot of experience with games from Hoyo. That being said, in the few months since I started playing Star Rail, I've been absolutely captivated by certain parts of it. One such captivation is with the singer Robin.
So far, I'm aware of roughly 4 songs from Robin. Two of them are references to Emily Dickinson poems--If I Could Stop One Heart from Breaking, and Hope is the Thing with Feathers.
Past this point, if you haven't beaten the quest A Walk Among the Tombstones, you should probably leave.
If I Could Stop One Heart From Breaking, the Dickinson poem, goes like this:

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.

I want to set up my argument, now.
Premise 1: Game devs have unlimited control over the names of things in their universe. Naming Robin's songs after Dickinson's poems is an intentional choice, as is their choice to name Robin, well, Robin.
Conclusion: Pairing premise 1 with the poem, it's likely that the Robin in the game is meant to be metaphorically represented by the fainted robin in the poem. This relationship is strengthened by Robin's "death."
Premise 2: The song that shares a title with the poem is Firefly's theme. We hear it because of her, she states that it's her favorite song, and the game and promotional material all put a lot of effort into associating the song with her.
Premise 3: Since Robin is going to be released as one of the next playable characters, the coming storyline is likely to involve her in a significant way.
Premise 4: We already know that Firefly's goal is to achieve the Watchmaker's Legacy, to cure her Entropy Loss Syndrome. EDIT: She doesn't explicitly state that the Legacy will cure her disease, but from the conversation she has with you on the rooftop, I would argue she implies that "The Legacy" and "Getting help with her condition" are closely linked.
If we put all of these premises together, it points us towards a pretty compelling conclusion: The next story arc is going to be about Firefly pursuing the Watchmaker's Legacy by reviving Robin, somehow. Metaphorically, "restoring her to her nest again."
If this is actually what comes to pass, I would be insanely impressed because of all the planning that would have to go into pulling all this off, in order. I really hope I'm correct. But, I'm curious what you all think, and if you have any other predictions for the next patch.
If you guys like this, let me know because I've got some queer analysis to do on Firefly, and her trans status.
TL;DR: Our favorite trans girl is gonna save Robin

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2024.04.28 20:16 Alex-Chaser Fortnight, Emily Dickinson and The Dead Poets Society

Throughout the lyrics and music video, Taylor seems to be comparing her relationship with the muse to Emily Dickinson’s relationship with Sue.
Two of the most well known images of Dickinson.
I was supposed to be sent away But they forgot to come and get me
Picks up where we left off with Hits Different following ‘I heard your key turn in the door down the hallway, is that your key in the door? Is it okay? Is it you? Or have they come to take me away?’
I was a functioning alcoholic 'Til nobody noticed my new aesthetic
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In the Lover era, Taylor had an unexpected change from pastels to blacks, beginning with her Lover Live Lounge performance where she got choked up talking about unconditional love being loving someone even if they don’t love you back anymore. This coincided with the Master’s Heist becoming public.
Following that Folkmore was more explicit about her reliance on alcohol and allusions to cliff diving, framing them as a cry for help that didn’t work. In Is It Over Now? she quite explicitly says her ideation is about wanting her muse to come back with “Oh, Lord, I think about jumping off of very tall somethings, just to see you come running and say the one thing I've been wanting, but no”.
All of this to say I hope you're okay but you're the reason And no one here's to blame But what about your quiet treason?
Taylor seems to consider this breakup mostly due to circumstances outside of their control but seems to still have resentment that her muse didn’t choose to stay together even when their plans fell apart.
The lyrics could also be about Susan quietly starting to date Emily’s brother Austin while they were away attending school together. Emily’s longing love letters make it clear she wasn’t aware but there are no records of her reaction when she found out her brother and the love of her life were engaged.
And for a fortnight there we were
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I think Fort Night is separated into two words on the opening title because it refers to the nights spent hiding out in a metaphorical fort.

‘I’m laughing with my lover, makin’ forts under covers’ (Call It What You Want)
‘I’ll build you a fort on some planet where they can all understand it’ (Down Bad)

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Forever running to you Sometimes ask about the weather
Small talk that denotes emotional distance suggesting the longing she expresses throughout the song goes unspoken when they’re interacting in person.
Now you're in my backyard Turned into good neighbors
After Sue married Emily’s brother Austin, they moved to a house next door and Emily could walk through her backyard to get to Sue’s door.
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Your wife waters flowers I want to kill her
In Clean Taylor says, ‘when the flowers we had grown together died of thirst’. So, Taylor seems to be saying that her muse is in a healthy relationship even though she resents their partner for taking her place.
All my mornings are Mondays Stuck in an endless February
Winter in America and it brings to mind Groundhog Day where the protagonist relived the same day over and over getting increasingly disillusioned. In Paper Rings Taylor said ‘I want your complications too; I want your dreary Mondays’.
And for a fortnight there, we were together Run into you sometimes, comment on my sweater
Again the kind of impersonal thing you’d say to an acquaintance not someone you’re in love with.
Now you're at the mailbox, turned into good neighbors
Emily sent most of her poems to Sue for her opinion and skill as an editor. Following her marriage to Austin a lot of their relationship played out through letters carried back and forth by servants.
My husband is cheating, I wanna kill him
Near the end of Emily’s life, Austin Dickinson began an affair and Sue seems to have confided in Emily about it. One of her last letter poems is believed to have been written in comfort about it.
Excerpt from \"Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's intimate letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson\"
I took the miracle move on drug The effects were temporary
Likely jumping right into a new relationship. In the music video, the move on drug is a bottle of pills labelled “forget him.”
And I love you, it's ruining my life I love you, it's ruining my life I touched you for only a fortnight I touched you, but I touched you
Taylor's insistence that she touched her muse, that the relationship was real and happened brings to mind that historians still argue that Emily and Sue's relationship was never physical or romantic, in part because efforts were made to hide many romantic poems were written for Sue, even by Emily herself through what she called "bearded pronouns." But its hard to argue that Sue was the longest and most significant relationship in Emily's life. Unfortunately the same is true of many queer poets and figures in history.
Both Emily and Sappho had their work burned.
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I've been calling ya but you won't pick up 'Nother fortnight lost in America Move to Florida, buy the car you want
Florida is where Taylor started the eras tour, so I think this is about choosing career over work. She’s used cars as a metaphor for the perks of celebrity in other songs.

‘Never wanted love, just a fancy car’ (Cowboy Like Me)
‘Now it’s big black cars and riviera views and your lover in the foyer doesn’t even know you’ (The Lucky One)
‘‘Cause all the boys and their expensive cars with their Range Rovers and their Jaguars never took me quite where you do’ (King of My Heart)

But it won't start up 'til you touch, touch, touch me
But they know none of its worth anything without love.

As we know, Dr Anderson and Dr Overstreet are named for their characters in The Dead Poets Society.
The homoerotic relationship between Todd Anderson and main character Neil Perry has been well analysed since it came out. I recommend this if you're unfamiliar. Along with the frequent touches, furtive glances, intimate bonding moments and intense eye contact between the characters, the themes of the film lend themselves to a queer reading.
Particularly the struggle between the character’s individuality and the rigid traditionalism of the school and their parents. Their new teacher, John Keating encourages the opposite, throwing out the regular curriculum in favour of out of the box thinking. In one scene telling them:
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If we apply that same logic to the movie, we find a lot of deeply queer subtext. They read Walt Whitman’s poetry, he’s widely considered to be bisexual. The specific poem is O Captain! My Captain! which is about Abraham Lincoln, who also has bi rumours. The first time we see Keating on screen, and continuing throughout the movie he’s whistling Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture, Tchaikovsky was gay.
I have no doubt the subtext is intentional because the Dead Poets Society makes great use of foreshadowing throughout the film. On rewatching in the lead up to TTPD’s release I noticed the bell tolls when Todd and Neil first meet and shake hands, suggesting their relationship was always going to end sadly.
Taylor’s clear reference to the film seems to me like confirmation that the queer subtext she includes in her music is just as intentional.

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2024.04.28 08:21 sapphicscribes Taylor as Emily Dickinson?

I saw a post on Twitter earlier today about how frustrated they were that no one ever depicted Emily Dickinson as a ginger and someone replied with this picture. I always wondered why she chose red hair. Thoughts on if this was intentional/specifically what she was going for?

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