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Oliver Sacks: 1933-2015

A riveting post, a compelling story of a courageous man. This neurologist and acclaimed author died today at the age of 82. Source: Oliver Sacks: 1933-2015

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1994

What`s the plan?? Should I pretend I can wait forever? I had become of the Fallen, I had fucked up, decided that sobriety wasn't enough of a distraction, went out and got lost..     There were spiders on my back and I was mantis in the flesh--- enormous is my head.   How ignorant could… Continue reading 1994

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Love’s Oven is Warm: Baking with Emily Dickinson

The Not So Innocents Abroad

“Love’s oven is warm” Emily Dickinson wrote to her friend Sarah Tuckerman, on a note that enclosed a gift of slightly scorched handmade sweets, possibly chocolate caramels. If the words were by any other author, one would be forgiven for reading in them a possible sexual double entendre. But Emily Dickinson is enshrined in our memory as the ultimate virgin, the “Queen Recluse” as her friend, the editor Samuel Bowles, described the poet. Dressed always in white, she rarely left her house for thirty years, spending her days tucked away in an upstairs room, writing nearly two thousand poems that few people knew existed until well after her death.

Of course, scholars and fans have long made a cottage industry of identifying Dickinson’s secret failed love affairs: the broken engagement to her brother Austin’s Amherst classmate George Gould; the impossible love for the married Samuel Bowles; the late-life affair with her father’s friend, Judge Otis Phillips…

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