On Friday, October 12, the Dickinson Organization of Poetry Enthusiasts, in conjunction with the Folger Coffee Company, will host a birthday tribute to America's greatest poet, Emmett Lee Dickinson (Emily Dickinson's third cousin, twice removed -- at her request).
Meryl Streep and Starbuck's new robot "Servi-Tron" will discuss The Garbarged Somethings, a new publication of Emmett Lee Dickinson's writings and poetry found on scraps of paper, bits of trash and more.
Information about the event -- and a companion event at the Folger Shakespeare Library on December 10 -- is HERE.
Sample pages from The Garbaged Somethings are HERE. Below are more pages from this momentous new publication.
Pictured at the left: Page 20 of The Garbaged Somethings shows a coffee cup with Dickinson's poem "Before It comes I weigh the time." Before It comes I weigh the Time ‘Tis Early and ‘tis Dark, When I depart, such Blissfulness Inside my Coffee Cup Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen this poem: Before He comes We weigh the Time, ‘Tis Heavy and ‘tis Light, When He depart, and Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight |
Pictured at the left: On the back of a sugar packet -- shown on page 47 of The Garbaged Somethings -- Emmett Lee Dickinson wrote " How loud the Bells in Steeples peal Get coffee for this Guy." He used those lines to open this short poem: How loud the Bells in Steeples peal Get coffee for this Guy I stagger on unsteady Feet A frantic Day nearby! This poem inspired third cousin Emily to write this: How still the Bells in Steeples stand Till swollen with the Sky They leap upon their silver Feet In frantic Melody! |
Pictured at the right: A used napkin -- on page 71 of The Garbaged Somethings -- includes "Witchcraft has not a Pedigree / ‘Tis only just our Brew," lines which open this line: Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ‘Tis only just our Brew Commuters need it going out Each day when morning’s new – This poem by Emmett Lee Dickinson inspired third cousin Emily to pen this poem: Witchcraft has not a Pedigree 'Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death – |
In the coming days, we will post more pages from The Garbage Somethings.