Featured Poems of the Week:
Week of 1/12/20
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By Emily Dickinson:
His Cheek is his Biographer – As long as he can blush Perdition is Opprobrium – Past that, he sins in peace – |
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
His Sniffs are his Biographer – The sign we can’t ignore Addiction his Euphoria – Past that, he sins in war – |
A Few Notes from Dorothy Dawe:
From January 10, 2020, from the LA Times: “Call Trumpism What It Is: A Cult” – HERE.
Of course, signs of Trump's cult, Cult 45, are everywhere. For example, the cult is made up of nothing but gullible members with weak and/or hollow belief systems who adore a charlatan (below).
From January 10, 2020, from the LA Times: “Call Trumpism What It Is: A Cult” – HERE.
Of course, signs of Trump's cult, Cult 45, are everywhere. For example, the cult is made up of nothing but gullible members with weak and/or hollow belief systems who adore a charlatan (below).
Members of the Cult cannot name one thing their "leader" has done well (below left).
The "leader" orders cult members to shun rogue followers. For example, Trump turned on Rep. Matt Gaetz after Gaetz voted with the Democrats in favor of the House's War powers Resolution (below center). (Gaetz later told CNN, “I think he would've preferred I voted differently, but he understands my principled view on this subject." The problem: principled views are NOT ALLOWED in the cult.)
Cult members praise the "leader" no matter what – even if he slurs his words and sniffs and snorts through to the effects of an addiction to Adderall (below right).
The "leader" orders cult members to shun rogue followers. For example, Trump turned on Rep. Matt Gaetz after Gaetz voted with the Democrats in favor of the House's War powers Resolution (below center). (Gaetz later told CNN, “I think he would've preferred I voted differently, but he understands my principled view on this subject." The problem: principled views are NOT ALLOWED in the cult.)
Cult members praise the "leader" no matter what – even if he slurs his words and sniffs and snorts through to the effects of an addiction to Adderall (below right).
So who, ultimately, will be the biographer of the blustering and bombastic head of Cult 45?
To be honest, the most exact and detailed Trump biographer is, in fact, his fat and fatigued body. His bloated, bulging tongue. His slurred speech. His drug induced sniffles and snorts. His irregular and patchy tan lines. His puffy, black-and-blue eye bags. These symptoms are the current biographer of the spurious toad in the White House. However, none of it matters to the members of Cult 45. They believe him when he says that he is the "healthiest president ever", that he speaks the truth, that he alone can fix things. They accept what he says without question.
All of this calls to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem, "His sniffs are his Biographer," one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "His cheek is her Biographer," our other featured poem.
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At the left: Noel Casler worries “people would rather have a lunatic at the helm of this country....Demand some answers before it’s too late.” Trump’s "biographer" is providing plenty of clues.
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Last Week's Featured Poems of the Week:
Week of 1/4/20
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By Emily Dickinson:
I am afraid to own a Body – I am afraid to own a Soul – Profound – precarious Property – Possession, not optional – Double Estate – entailed at pleasure Upon an unsuspecting Heir – Duke in a moment of Deathlessness And God, for a Frontier. |
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
I am allowed to own a Body – I am allowed to own a Soul – Pronoun – vicarious Property – Possession, now optimal – Single Debate – increased by plural Upon a self-respecting They – Done in a moment of Singularness And Good, for a New Day. |
A few notes from Angstrom Dickinson:
The meaning of some of Emmett Lee Dickinson's poems are quite apparent -- like "Because I could not stop for Debt" and "After Formal Feedings a great pain comes." Others are little more elusive if not downright vague. However, Dickinson was quite a visionary, so as time has marched on, the meanings of some of his more abstruse poems have emerged -- as is the case for "I am allowed to own a Body," one of our Featured Poems of the Week.
Just this past Friday, the American Dialect Society met and named "(my) pronouns" as the Word of the Year for 2019. They also selected "singular 'They'" as the Word of the Decade. Information is HERE.
From the ADS press release: "When a basic part of speech like the pronoun becomes a vital indicator of social trends, linguists pay attention,” said (Ben) Zimmer (chair of the American Dialect Society’s New Words Committee and language columnist for the Wall Street Journal). “The selection of “(my) pronouns” as Word of the Year speaks to how the personal expression of gender identity has become an increasing part of our shared discourse. That trend is also reflected in singular “they” being chosen as Word of the Decade, with a growing recognition of the use of they for those whose identities don’t conform to the binary of he and she.”
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Pictured at the right: Ben Zimmer's twitter profile -- with his preferred pronouns highlighted, an example of the ADS's Word of the Year choice.
The ADS selections for the 2019 Word of the Year and the Word of the Decade have helped to shed light on the meaning of Dickinson's "I am allowed to own a Body" -- as we are now in a "new day" when one is allowed to own a body, a soul -- and a pronoun of choice. Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "I am afraid to own a Body," our other featured poem.
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For information on the ELD Museum's annual countdown of Words of the Year, click HERE.
Previous Weeks' Featured Poems of the Week:
Week of 12/29/19
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By Emily Dickinson:
We send the Wave to find the Wave, An errand so divine The messenger enamored too Forgetting to return, We make the sage decision still Soever made in vain, The sagest time to dam the sea Is when the sea is gone. |
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
We sent the Wave to build the Wave, An errand so divine Our citizenry enamored to Return to saner times, We’ll make the sage decision soon Forever change what’s wrong, The sagest time to celebrate Is when the damn fool’s gone. |
A Few Notes from Dorothy Dawe:
Pantone recently named the Color the Year for 2020: Classic Blue.
“We are living in a time that requires trust and faith. It is this kind of constancy and confidence that is expressed by…Classic Blue, a solid and dependable blue hue we can always rely on,” said Leatrice Eiseman, Executive Director of the Pantone Color Institute.
Of course Classic Blue also underscores last year’s revitalizing Blue Wave (chosen over a toxic Red Tide), and it speaks to the Wave's coming return in 2020.
This hopeful anticipation calls to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson’s now-classic poem “We sent the Wave to build the Wave,” one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson’s poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem “We send the Wave to find the Wave,” our other featured poem.
Of course, voters will make a “sage decision soon” – next November – and hopefully, they will “change what’s wrong” so that we can “return to saner times.”
Dickinson was quite the visionary!
Below: November 2020 offers voters a choice: A revitalizing, refreshing blue wave -- or a toxic red tide. The Pantone Color of the Year 2020 offers hope!
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