I finished late–with my blog.
The stillness in the air
Was like the stillness in the room
Between heaves of a loaded gun.
If you were coming on a Monday
I’d brush the weekend by–
But I didn’t, so here’s this Monday Night Special on a Wednesday afternoon.
Arbitrarily Picked Work of Fiction:
“Because I could not stop for Death” by Emily Dickinson (This website has a very attractively punctuated version and some analysis. Don’t worry: I didn’t plagiarize the analysis too much.)
I probably wouldn’t have picked this poem–not because I don’t like it or Dickinson, and certainly not because Captain Janeway made a recording of it–because it doesn’t contain that much fun grammar stuff. However, I was talking to Tish about what I should do for my next Monday Night Special, and she requested I do this poem because she really likes it, and I not only wanted to please her, but I also didn’t have any better ideas.
Quick Synopsis:
A lady thinks she’s too busy to die, so a personification of death as a gentleman with a carriage picks the lady up and takes her metaphorically past scenes of her life and drops her off at her grave.
Important Quotation:
Since then ’tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.
I Started Late and Forgot the Dog. 