Transcriptionist, essayist, mom, wife. Author of The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson by Amy Robinson (in progress). photos of writing on Ig: @amy_transcribes
Two weeks into this practice, I have now written 100 Emily Dickinson poems. I have kept up posting all the pictures on Instagram but not here. I think I’ll keep up this account, but maybe not with photos.
I wrote a little less mindlessly today, or less mechanically. I mean, I gave more attention to the poems. I read the poems aloud before I wrote each one. It is surprisingly easy to write mindlessly! Which I don’t totally resist, but must resist some.
I kept going til this one because I saw it was about sleep and I’ve had horrible insomnia the last few nights. But I really have no idea what it’s about, too tired, no wisdom here. If you have any insight please share.
This stanza about the departed robin coming back to teach her a new melody — such a great contrast of learning to “During my education, / It was announced to me,” which sums up everything that’s wrong with conventional schooling.
End of 3rd poem.
I don’t feel much kinship with Emily Dickinson. To me she seems like a mystic and an alien, and her poetry visionary. So it’s cool to write her complete poems, feels like radical poetry interplanetary time travel VR.
End of first poem, second poem, start of third poem. Second poem looks a little more like an Emily Dickinson poem.
“Never mind silent fields—”
Sometimes, or often, I will put lines that strike me especially.