Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Book Blog Tour Stop - The Secret Life of Emily Dickinson by Jerome Charyn

Today I'm honored to be hosting a book blog tour stop for the book, "The Secret Life of Emily Dickinson" by Jerome Charyn.



About The Book:
(From Goodreads.com)

An astonishing novel that removes Emily Dickinson’s own mysterious mask and reveals the passions and heartbreak of America’s greatest poet.

What if the old maid of Amherst wasn’t an old maid at all? Her older brother, Austin, spoke of Emily as his “wild sister.”


Jerome Charyn, continuing his exploration of American history through fiction, has written a startling novel about Emily Dickinson in her own voice, with all its characteristic modulations that he learned from her letters and poems. The poet dons a hundred veils, alternately playing wounded lover, penitent, and female devil.

We meet the significant characters of her life, including her tempestuous sister-in-law, Susan Gilbert; her brooding father, Edward; and the Reverend Charles Wadsworth, who may have inspired some of her greatest letters and poems.

Charyn has also invented characters, including an impoverished fellow student at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary, who will betray her; and a handyman named Tom, who will obsess Emily throughout her life.

Charyn has written an extraordinary adventure that will disturb and delight.


My Thoughts:

I was pleasantly surprised at how intriguing "The Secret Life of Emily Dickinson" turned out to be!  Author Jermone Charyn presents his views of Emily through a series of what I considered to be short, but entralling short stories, with each chapter allowing the reader to peer into a small portion of what Emily's life might have been like, with each chapter blending into the next with seamless precision.

Charyn's Emily is no shrinking violet!  I enjoyed how he has portrayed her as a fiesty, independent woman who seem to struggle with her sexuality, her fasciantion with men, and her deep-down desire to be loved and cherished. The reader can feel the heartache Emily must have experienced as she became resolved to how her life was to be confined due to her father's reluctance to let her blossom. But Emily found her release in using her imagination and creativity to take her where she longed to go, and thank goodness for that, or the world would not have the beautiful, haunting poetry that she left as her legacy.

My father adored poetry, and I grew up listening to him recite from some of his favorites which include, in our home, the two "Edgars" - Edgar Guest and Edgar Allan Poe (a distant relative).  I had my own favorite poets - Lord Byran, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, all the "romantics" - and have even dabbled in writing a bit of poetry myself through the years.

But I'm sad to admit I had never really read much of Emily Dickinson's body of work until I was asked to participate in this blog tour.  I will be making up for this sad absence of knowledge after reading this fascinating novelization of Dickinson's life. "The Secret Life of Emily Dickinson" is a mature, entralling novel. I highly recommend it.

About the Author:



JEROME CHARYN is an award-winning American author. With nearly 50 published works, Charyn has earned a long-standing reputation as an inventive and prolific chronicler of real and imagined American life. Michael Chabon calls him “one of the most important writers in American literature.”

Charyn has been a finalist for the PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction. He received the Rosenthal Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters and has been named Commander of Arts and Letters by the French Minister of Culture.

Check out his website at http://www.jeromecharyn.com/ for more information on his books and upcoming projects.

My thanks to Tribute Books for including me on this blog tour, and for supplying the review copy of this book.  I was not compensated for my opinions.
 

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Thursday, September 18, 2008

When I despair...

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When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall.
Think of it...always.

~Mahatma Ghandi
~

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Thought of the day

~
We carry within us the wonders we seek without us.
-Sir Thomas Browne
~

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Qutoe of the Day

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We carry within us the wonders we seek without us.

~Sir Thomas Browne

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Words

~
It grows wild in the meadow
and wild in my heart.
It fills the empty hole in my soul.
Magic lives wherever it does grow.
~

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Quote of the Day

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Sometimes you must become simple, strip away all ambition until you are bare, before you can build from the true design in your heart. Some pieces can be recycled, re-used, reincorporated. The other things, that took away your strength and energy, are ready to be discarded into the void, to be transformed by the mystery.

~Unknown

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Miss Mary Mack (revised)




Miss Mary Mack all dressed in black
With silver buttons all down her back
She asked her mama for fifty cents
To see the lizards leap over the fence
They leaped so high
They touched the sky
Grew dragon wings and learned to fly
They flew so far
They reached a distant star
They settled there
Grew wise and strong
Spoke Dragonspeak
Sang Dragonsong
Danced in the sky and played with fire
Felt dragon love and warm desire
No need for greed or fear or guilt
Their paradise was dragon built
and yet...

Some miss their place of birth
And they try to journey back to Earth
They find the way
Still very far and Earth beholds
A falling star
But Mary knows and so do I
Where dragons go after falling from the sky.

-Pellegraina (further adapted by Tashai)

Title: Sky Dragons
Medium: Digital Painting
Full Size: 8" x 20"

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Thought of the day

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There will come a time when you believe everything is finished.
That will be the beginning.

~Louis L'Amour

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Teachers

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Teachers open the door, but you must enter by yourself.

~Chinese Proverb

Friday, August 15, 2008

Plans

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Make no little plans;
They have no magic to stir men's blood (or women's either) and probably themselves will not be realized. Make big plans; aim high in hope and work. Remembering that a noble, logical diagram once recorded will not die.

~Danial H. Burnham

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Peace

*
May peace prevail on Earth.
May peace prevail in my mind.
May peace prevail in my heart.
May peace prevail in my life.

May I know peace.
May my ancestors know peace.
May my childrens' children know peace.
unto seven generations.
May peace prevail on Earth.

~Kisma Stepanich

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Pillows

I've wanted to sew quotes onto pillows for my media room. They could serve as reminder to stay inspired, even during intermissions.
But until I get a media room and the time to make the pillows--I'll post them here.

We are the new women,
we are the old women,
we are the same women,
stronger than before.
~Kisma Stepanich

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Powerful Women

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To the powerful women – keep the faith!

Live your life in such a way that when your
feet hit the floor in the morning,
Satan shudders and says:
“Oh shit, she’s awake.”

~unknown

Monday, August 4, 2008

The Edge

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Let me guess.
You met a medieval man who told you that the world was flat.
Being a cynic, you wanted to prove him wrong.
So, you set off to circumnavigate the world.
Sadly, you once looked back the way you had come.
Just at that time "the edge" appeared and you promptly fell off.
~
The Edge by Tashai

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Chaos

Sometimes days of Chaos
can lead to
unexpected moments of
peace.

Poem by Tashai

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Within reach...



What is it you want?

What do you think is out of reach?
Should you settle?

I'm not enough....
I'm out of shape...
I'm tired...
I'm....

Stop living in exile!

Come join us

For we are your people.


Photograph & Poem by Tashai

Friday, July 25, 2008

Prayer to the Mothers

They say you lurk here still,
perhaps in the depths of the earth or on
some sacred mountain, they say
you walk (still) among men, writing signs
in the air, in the sand, warning warning weaving
the crooked shape of our deliverance, anxious
not hasty. Careful. You step among cups, step out of
crystal, heal with the holy glow of your
dark eyes, they say you unveil
a green face in the jungle, wear blue
in the snows, attend on births,

dance on our dead, croon, fuck, embrace
our weariness, you lurk here still, mutter
in caves, warn, warn and weave
warp our hope, link hands against
the evil in the stars, o rain
poison upon us, acid which eats clean
wake us like children from a nightmare, give the slip
to the devourers whom I cannot name
the metal men who walk
on all our substance, crushing flesh
to swamp.

~Diane Di Prima, "Prayer to the Mothers"

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Thoughts

I watch a beetle,
with freedom all around,
plow itself over and over
against an invisible glass barrier.

~by Tashai


Monday, July 14, 2008

Men in Black (and white)

Who are these weird group of men all dressed in black shorts and white polos?
Who ride up on bicycles only to abandon them and walk off separably.
Never speaking.

They wonder around the park,
stopping here and there as if in thought;
Those execs who lost their suits.
Finally to gather around an empty picnic table.

Ah! A white van with out-of-state license plates pulls up.
Out come the coolers and food.

A short time later in twos and threes they ride off...
coasting downhill.

by Tashai