Thursday, August 25, 2016

What exactly is she getting at?

… Solitary Praxis: Emily Dickinson on a puzzling, pushing, piercing, puncturing anguish.

I think the only way to get to the bottom of a poem like this is to treat it as Alan Watts said we should regard a Zen koan: as a pebble dropped in the well if the mind.

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