Loved this piece. I think sometimes feeling around in the outer edge, intimations, is where we should seek to linger. Seems to me that Dickinson feels like a ladder, even when (or maybe especially) shrouded in a veil and difficult to decipher..
Bloom seems to encapsulate her completely in his descriptions: ‘so cognitively original’; ‘She makes the whole universe her playpen’; ‘hers is a private religion of the self.' Beautifully written❤️
I have always appreciated her respect for the big mysteries and her willingness to attempt to capture it or at least capture how profoundly mysterious they are. Good job, thanks for bringing her around.
Loved this piece. I think sometimes feeling around in the outer edge, intimations, is where we should seek to linger. Seems to me that Dickinson feels like a ladder, even when (or maybe especially) shrouded in a veil and difficult to decipher..
A ladder, wonderful way to describe her work :)
A shrouded ladder is a solid metaphor for her work. You grab the rungs and go into the shroud.
Bloom seems to encapsulate her completely in his descriptions: ‘so cognitively original’; ‘She makes the whole universe her playpen’; ‘hers is a private religion of the self.' Beautifully written❤️
So many treasures like this in Bloom. Thank you for this thoughtful comment Velvet :)
I have always appreciated her respect for the big mysteries and her willingness to attempt to capture it or at least capture how profoundly mysterious they are. Good job, thanks for bringing her around.