from
Leslie Scalapino’s “ ‘Can’t’ is ‘Night’ ” in It’s go in horizontal: Selected Poems, 1974-2006 (2008):
the breaking of reason
is silent seeing
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| European hare & burrowing owl |
from Susan Howe’s My Emily Dickinson (1985):
Emily
Dickinson once wrote to Thomas Wentworth Higginson: “Candor — my
Preceptor — is the only wile.” . . .
Perception of
an object means loosing and losing it. . . .
"My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun — ," written in a time of civil war by a woman with little formal education in philosophy, carefully delineates and declines all aspects of the "Will to Power" nearly twenty years before Friedrich Nietzsche's metaphysical rebellion. . . .
This is a frontier poem. Forester of New England wayward pilgrim. Trees have been stripped to the root by a seer on her path across circumference of intellection. This is a tragic poem. A pioneer's terse epic. Sorrow's melody is magic. Pitch of vowels, cadence of consonants, sound fused with sense — asceticism. For years I have wanted to find words to thank Emily Dickinson for the inspiration of her poetic daring.
"My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun — ," written in a time of civil war by a woman with little formal education in philosophy, carefully delineates and declines all aspects of the "Will to Power" nearly twenty years before Friedrich Nietzsche's metaphysical rebellion. . . .
This is a frontier poem. Forester of New England wayward pilgrim. Trees have been stripped to the root by a seer on her path across circumference of intellection. This is a tragic poem. A pioneer's terse epic. Sorrow's melody is magic. Pitch of vowels, cadence of consonants, sound fused with sense — asceticism. For years I have wanted to find words to thank Emily Dickinson for the inspiration of her poetic daring.
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| Susan Howe [pic by Nina Subin] |
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