The October event will focus on a new publication, The Garbaged Somethings, a collection of scraps of paper and bits of trash on which Dickinson scrawled lines of poetry and thoughts and quips about coffee.
The December event will focus on the recent publication, The Gorgeous Somethings, the full-color facsimile publication of Emily Dickinson's manuscripts.
At the October event, Meryl Streep will take the stage with Starbucks' newly develop barista robot -- called "Servi-Tron" -- to discuss the collection of Emmett Lee Dickinson's "garbaged somethings."
More information about both the October and December events is found HERE. Some of the pages from The Garbaged Somethings are HERE and HERE.
Additional pages are below:
Pictured at the right: Page 19 of The Garbaged Somethings shows a burlap coffee bag on which Emmett Lee Dickinson scrawled the following: For Whom the Nights become the Dawn What must the Caffeine -- cause! Those lines inspired third cousin Emily to write this: To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights, What must the Midnights -- be! |
Pictured at the left: On a discarded wrapper for a Coffee Crisp shown on page 32 of The Garbaged Somethings, Dickinson wrote, "Some one prepared this mighty joe With which I get my Drive to go." He used those words to open this poem: Some one prepared this mighty joe With which I get my Drive to go Through races of the Days – To make it through my simple Door And all I may encounter – and more Dickinson's words inspired third cousin Emily to write this: Some one prepared this mighty show To which without a Ticket go The nations and the Days – Displayed before the simplest Door That all may examine them – and more |
Pictured at the left: Page 76 of The Garbaged Somethings shows a discarded ice cream carton on which Emmett Lee Dickinson wrote the following poem: Consulting the office clock But half my break remains, I ascertain it with a shock -- I shall not look again. The second cup of joe Is colder than the first. The work I do not care to know Will end much needed rest. |
Consulting summer's clock,
But half the hours remain.
I ascertain it with a shock --
I shall not look again.
The second half of joy
Is shorter than the first.
The truth I do not dare to know
I muffle with a jest.