The Benefits of Paying Attention
I decided to spend the month of August browsing through, reading, and writing about Emily Dickinson because I knew that doing so would have huge benefits. And it wasn’t simply the benefit of getting reacquainted with Emily that I was after, though it was a major consideration.
I knew that spending a few minutes a day in this way would be like hitting my own re-set button–a way of paying close attention to the things that Emily Dickinson herself paid close attention to–
Quirky word choices
Colors & Birds & Flowers
Abrupt and unusual sentencing patterns
A fresh look at the play of light and what it might do in poetry
And of course some things that I don’t know yet that I don’t know.
Watching the eclipse with two of my daughters and my husband yesterday, at our local grade school, I was struck with the knowledge that this, too, was a poetic endeavor. We were not a racially diverse group, though the grade school generally is, we were different in configuration and (I suspect) in our political views. But for an hour we all watched the sky. Another family had eclipse glasses (lame of me not to have them, I know) and happily shared them (what a difference!). All across America–given our coast to coast solar phenomenon–people were doing the same, staring at the sky. Here in Snohomish County, Washington, we had an eclipse of only 92%, and it was surprising that so little sun could keep everything alight. But it did get a little like dusk. And the temperature dropped. Its main effect was on us, those of us watching–letting down our own guard, feeling wonderstruck and grateful to have witnessed it.
That’s what I do when I study Emily Dickinson’s poems and fragments. Not every line is a wonder (such is the effect of fame, Nietzsche’s note about his lost umbrella becomes as important as his books). But I keep looking. The attention, itself, begins to feed into the spectacle. I let down my own guard, and I let something, someone else all the way in.
I’m told that the next total solar eclipse to be visible in the continental United States will be in seven years, April 8, 2024. But poetry, that’s available every day.
My God – He sees thee –
Shine thy best –
Fling up thy Balls of Gold
Till every Cubit play with thee
And every Crescent hold –
Elate the Acre at his feet –
Upon his Atom swim –
Oh Sun – but just a Second’s right
In thy long Race with him!
-Emily Dickinson (J1178)
Bethany – Our eclipse experience was similar. My son and grandson equally unembarrased to stand in the yard with boxes on their heads (nobody remembered to get glasses in time). The light got weirder, the temperature dropped, and little crescent 🌙 shadows started showing up everywhere there was shade from a tree.
It happened here first! And then clear across America–so fast it was over by afternoon. Next time I’m going for the total eclipse. Maybe Vermont. Always wanted to go there.
Thanks for the post!
Oh — so cool to imagine us watching together. Thank you so much for commenting on the blog! (And someday, too, I hope to beat you in Words with Friends — :/)
This is Denny
I’m in group seven this year for august poetry month
I was thinking I’d like to send you the card I wrote this morning but I don’t have an address to post it to
I’ve been having fun with this postcard thing as it’s made me come up with something on the fly everyday but the problem is then I’m sometimes too attached to my own creations in the sense of preferring to send them to someone I know, (and so sometimes I set it aside and have to write another one) who will maybe like it in the way I do
So the one I just wrote kinda fits in there somewhere cause it’s real quirky
Denny! I’ve been thinking that your address will be in another group, and all I have to do is check — which I obviously haven’t yet done. Would you email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and we can exchange snail mail addresses?
I thought the same thing, and did look, but only found my own group,so I went to this site which you’d printed in the corner of your writers talk on Emily page from BPL