so interesting how dickinson leaves the poem with an incomplete "then-" to really demonstrate the uncertainty and lack of closure in her struggles, unsure if her demons would stay away
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My mind was going numb - And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space - began to toll, As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race, Wrecked, solitary, here - And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down - And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing - then -
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain Emily Dickinson I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My Mind was going numb - And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space - began to toll, As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here - And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down - And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing - then -
I get this distinct impression that she doesn't truly understood the poem. Sure, she's talking slow, stopping at certain words, and emphasizing it with certain a "sad-mad" tone. This is just what people "imagines" what the depression would be like. In the words of Andrew Solomon, "Depression is not just sadness. It's much much too much sadness." You are too sad to be mad, and too sad to be sad with a passion. It obviously sounds bland, but speaking plainly in a calm, quiet matter would've definitely reflected the poem way better.
Clearly you don't understand this poem... ED would have lept in applause had she heard it properly interpreted (the ONLY caveat being that the last word "then" should be more in line with the sentence, since it's meant to be ambiguous... meaning "at that time" and introducing the next thought, which we cannot know because it is beyond our own knowing and ED's mortal knowledge). This one of the few recitals that doesn't lay a thick artificial veener upon ED's words and thoughts... like "depression". What does that even mean? If most people saw how they were throwing their lives away chasing chimera or multipling on political hamster wheels, they'd immediately throw themselves off cliffs. Emily Dickinson wasn't afraid to confront Reality, and in so doing give us crystal clear insights upon life's challenges 💁♂️
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so interesting how dickinson leaves the poem with an incomplete "then-" to really demonstrate the uncertainty and lack of closure in her struggles, unsure if her demons would stay away
It moved my soul to hear the "then" and, then, nothingness.
Great performance! congratulations!
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My mind was going numb -
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here -
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -
manacled 💔
loved it
Beautiful!
this was excellent
Great reading! This has become my go-to video before going to bed.
Have some beauty and rags.
I couldn’t find a reading that I like of this poem. Either they’re too passionate or too loud.
Beautiful
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
Emily Dickinson
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My Mind was going numb -
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here -
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -
I get this distinct impression that she doesn't truly understood the poem. Sure, she's talking slow, stopping at certain words, and emphasizing it with certain a "sad-mad" tone. This is just what people "imagines" what the depression would be like. In the words of Andrew Solomon, "Depression is not just sadness. It's much much too much sadness." You are too sad to be mad, and too sad to be sad with a passion. It obviously sounds bland, but speaking plainly in a calm, quiet matter would've definitely reflected the poem way better.
Clearly you don't understand this poem... ED would have lept in applause had she heard it properly interpreted
(the ONLY caveat being that the last word "then" should be more in line with the sentence, since it's meant to be ambiguous... meaning "at that time" and introducing the next thought, which we cannot know because it is beyond our own knowing and ED's mortal knowledge).
This one of the few recitals that doesn't lay a thick artificial veener upon ED's words and thoughts... like "depression".
What does that even mean?
If most people saw how they were throwing their lives away chasing chimera or multipling on political hamster wheels, they'd immediately throw themselves off cliffs.
Emily Dickinson wasn't afraid to confront Reality, and in so doing give us crystal clear insights upon life's challenges 💁♂️
true @@georgehofgren6123
nice!