From Angstrom Dickinson:
What is poetry? How would you define it?
Emily Dickinson famously said, “If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”
Well, yes, there are other ways.
Emily’s third cousin Emmett Lee famously quipped, “If I read a book faster than I can devour a massive platter of spiced beef and been nachos smothered in oozing soft, white, melted queso Chihuahua, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as loose as a tattered dust cloth after I've had a deep tissue foot massage when someone has kneaded my corns and bunions like a bubbling crock of sourdough starter made from scratch, I know that is poetry.”
Emmett Lee Dickinson wrote about poetry in his now-classic poem, "A Poem dropped carefully on a Page" (below on the left). His poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "A Word dropped careless on a Page" (below on the right).
What is poetry? How would you define it?
Emily Dickinson famously said, “If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”
Well, yes, there are other ways.
Emily’s third cousin Emmett Lee famously quipped, “If I read a book faster than I can devour a massive platter of spiced beef and been nachos smothered in oozing soft, white, melted queso Chihuahua, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as loose as a tattered dust cloth after I've had a deep tissue foot massage when someone has kneaded my corns and bunions like a bubbling crock of sourdough starter made from scratch, I know that is poetry.”
Emmett Lee Dickinson wrote about poetry in his now-classic poem, "A Poem dropped carefully on a Page" (below on the left). His poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "A Word dropped careless on a Page" (below on the right).
| By Emmett Lee Dickinson: A Poem dropped carefully on a Page Does stimulate the mind Behold its words for where they lead The Thinking Readers find Reflection on succeeding reads We may inhale Delight At distances of Centuries From when the Poets write – | By Emily Dickinson: A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds We may inhale Despair At distances of Centuries From the Malaria – |
Of course this month, April, is National Poetry month, so no matter how you hope to celebrate -- by reading lines that take your head off or by reading poems that satisfy you like a large platter of cheesy nachos -- celebrate with us HERE -- we're posting ways to celebrate every day throughout the month.
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