Emily Dickinson

Sunday Morning Open Thread: Fractured Fragments - Classical poem meets classic video game mashup, xkcd Edition

Now that was something I never thought I'd do: put the name "Emily Dickinson" in the same tagline as "Grand Theft Auto." Gotta love me some xkcd. He's at least as twisted as I am.

The Carriage
Click to enlarge. Attribution: xkcd.1

Now that's an image that's sure to cause a few folks to think about Emily Dickinson's work a little differently from now on.

Footnote references only over the fold.


Evening Open Thread: Evening Poetry Edition

Wow -- the content, the commentaries and the comments are flying fast and furious today...! How about a change of pace for the evening open thread?

Here's the poem Evening by Emily Dickinson:

THE cricket sang,
And set the sun,
And workmen finished, one by one,
            Their seam the day upon.

The low grass loaded with the dew,
The twilight stood as strangers do
With hat in hand, polite and new,
            To stay as if, or go.

A vastness, as a neighbor, came, --
A wisdom without face or name,
A peace, as hemispheres at home, --
            And so the night became.

Don't all jump in at once, but feel free to join in and comment on the poem, your own evening or news of the day in general.

This is an Open Thread.