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Analysis of the poem ‘I Felt a Funeral in my Brain’ by Emily Dickinson

A headache sucks, cognitive dissonance is even harder for someone who is discovering worlds as they fall from heaven’s own divine bells. An analysis of the poem ‘I Felt a Funeral in my Brain’ by Emily Dickinson is easy to perform because of how observant and easy to grasp it is in its use ofContinue reading “Analysis of the poem ‘I Felt a Funeral in my Brain’ by Emily Dickinson”

This guy likes seagulls | Beginnings, a chapbook by Robert Burt (poetry, 1985)

A Canadian poet, I discovered this spiritual looking chapbook of poetry at the Goodwill in Bedford, Michigan. The question is who is Robert Burt and why is he so obsessed with seagulls? I’m not sure if I actually enjoy Burt’s more pastiche style, but it is refreshing to read a contemporary poet who likes toContinue reading “This guy likes seagulls | Beginnings, a chapbook by Robert Burt (poetry, 1985)”

Thrift store finds: Daily Stepping Stones by Helen Steiner Rice (book of poetry, 1989)

Presented as more of a series of prayers and devotionals, this slender hardback book of poetry by Helen Steiner Rice, entitled Daily Stepping Stones, is an impressive collection of religious fluff. I say that lovingly, mind you, as fluff is like cotton candy, and while sweet and simplistic in design, can often bring joy andContinue reading “Thrift store finds: Daily Stepping Stones by Helen Steiner Rice (book of poetry, 1989)”

Expecting devotion in lines from ‘Cadenus to Vanessa’, a lyrical ballad by Jonathan Swift

There’s a certain privilege white authors held in the history of English publications. Usually born to a certain social stature and enabled by education and familial ties to publishers, it’s often hard to fathom the disgrace at seeing how devoted a writer could be to format and pretense but of so little substance. This excerptContinue reading “Expecting devotion in lines from ‘Cadenus to Vanessa’, a lyrical ballad by Jonathan Swift”

Mother: A Cradle to Hold Me (poetry, 2006)

A small poem by author Maya Angelou. More endearing and simplistic in its expression than actual intellectual stimulation, the charm in Angelou’s words lie more in the poem’s simplicity and earnestness in expression. An inspiration in clean lines and clutter-free verse that every poet could take a note from…

Turning the page and finding hope in The Portable Henry Rollins (book, 1997)

I was in a bad mood last night reading vaguely depressing prosaics by supposed poet Madisen Kuhn. I fell asleep disappointed, and woke up hung over from a feeling of unease. Waking up, I tried to dive into a novel called Paprika by author Yasutaka Tsutsui but found myself too distracted: I needed something toContinue reading “Turning the page and finding hope in The Portable Henry Rollins (book, 1997)”

Crying while hoping for poetry in Almost Home, a book by Madisen Kuhn

Christ, I’m in a bad mood, and here is a book I purchased from a Goodwill full of narrow lines and one word bars. Please William Shatner, read this poetry for us… I jest, but Christ, is every contemporary poet a fan of Charles Bukowski? Uncapitalized first person pronouns, lack of grammar, and diarrhea ofContinue reading “Crying while hoping for poetry in Almost Home, a book by Madisen Kuhn”