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So, my birthday is coming up, and I thought I would make things easier for everyone involved by suggesting a gift. Perhaps y'all can pool your resources together (maybe the honors program would even kick in some Wagner bursary money!) and buy me the following:
http://dogbert.abebooks.com/servlet/BookDetailsPL?bi=203359062&searchurl=an%3Demily%2Bdickinson%26y%3D0%26x%3D0%26sortby%3D1
a document that is of course essential - essential! - to my study of Emily Dickinson's relationship with her audience, or to whatever topic I end up pursuing considering that my first search using the Fancy Library Databases we learned about today yielded a dissertation from 1989 entitled, "Emily Dickinson and the Problem of Audience." This after I thought that the book I'm currently reading with a mixture of pleasure and trepidation ("Emily Dickinson's Misery") had already stolen my topic. Makes me wonder, all this, about the purpose of the capital-a Academy in my life: Do I really want to participate in this conversation that works of scholarship have with each other, or is it enough to just read those poems, think about them, study them and the writing about them as a way to think about them more clearly or in different ways? Yes, the latter. I think. Then again, saying something new, if I could accomplish it, carries with it tremendous excitement.
Off to a tutor training session at My New Nonpaid Internship. There will be refreshments. This makes the 45 minutes of walking worth it. Then again, 45 minutes of walking is almost always worth it in itself.
http://dogbert.abebooks.com/servlet/BookDetailsPL?bi=203359062&searchurl=an%3Demily%2Bdickinson%26y%3D0%26x%3D0%26sortby%3D1
a document that is of course essential - essential! - to my study of Emily Dickinson's relationship with her audience, or to whatever topic I end up pursuing considering that my first search using the Fancy Library Databases we learned about today yielded a dissertation from 1989 entitled, "Emily Dickinson and the Problem of Audience." This after I thought that the book I'm currently reading with a mixture of pleasure and trepidation ("Emily Dickinson's Misery") had already stolen my topic. Makes me wonder, all this, about the purpose of the capital-a Academy in my life: Do I really want to participate in this conversation that works of scholarship have with each other, or is it enough to just read those poems, think about them, study them and the writing about them as a way to think about them more clearly or in different ways? Yes, the latter. I think. Then again, saying something new, if I could accomplish it, carries with it tremendous excitement.
Off to a tutor training session at My New Nonpaid Internship. There will be refreshments. This makes the 45 minutes of walking worth it. Then again, 45 minutes of walking is almost always worth it in itself.