I Felt a Finale, In My Brain


A wedding, a funeral, a breakdown, a trip across America and a horny Falconer. “Dickinson” reaches its first season finale and the two of us have THOUGHTS. Is this a sign of Emily growing up? Is Mr. Dickinson still a jerk? Is Austin acting out of character for the sake of moving the plot along? I mean, probably. But the answers to all these and more in our latest episode of Edicts on E. Dicks. 

Thanks as always to our listeners. You can contact us directly at edictonedicks@gmail.com. 

Wild Nights With Emily


Hello listerners, 

Today a special bonus episode. We take a break from watching Dickinson, and turn instead to the 2018 film ‘Wild Nights With Emily’ directed by

Madeleine Olnek. We discuss the legacy of Emily Dickinson in more depth, and consider the villainy of one Ms. Mabel Loomis Todd. We heartily recommend giving this one a watch if you can. 


As always you can contact us at edictsonedicks@gmail.com. 

Between the Heaves of Storm –


Hello everyone,

Today Kyle and Ben watch episode 9 of Dickinson, in which Emily confronts the spectre of death in her life and grapples with the concept of faith. Also, maybe we need a spin-off show about Lavinia Dickinson?

Emily’s Poem this episode is a good-un:

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –

The Stillness in the Room

Was like the Stillness in the Air –

Between the Heaves of Storm –

The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –

And Breaths were gathering firm

For that last Onset – when the King

Be witnessed – in the Room –

I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away

What portion of me be

Assignable – and then it was

There interposed a Fly –

With Blue – uncertain – stumbling Buzz –

Between the light – and me –

And then the Windows failed – and then

I could not see to see –

Winter Afternoons –


It’s Christmas time in Amherst and the Dickinson clan assembles with choice guests for our entertainment. Can Emily host a successful dinner?

Also, Louisa May Alcott is badass.

Emily’s poem for the day: 

There’s a certain Slant of light,

Winter Afternoons –

That oppresses, like the Heft

Of Cathedral Tunes –

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –

We can find no scar,

But internal difference –

Where the Meanings, are –

None may teach it – Any –

‘Tis the seal Despair –

An imperial affliction

Sent us of the Air –

When it comes, the Landscape listens –

Shadows – hold their breath –

When it goes, ’tis like the Distance

On the look of Death –

Nobody knows politics–


Hello everyone,

We apologise for the long break. Over the COVID-19 crisis we paused all production. But we are back discussing episode 7 of Dickinson, in which an election takes place, and Emily takes a difficult trip to the circus. If you have any feedback or would like to ask a question do email us at edictsonedicks@gmail.com. Thanks to Alena Smith, the cast and everyone who works so hard to bring us Dickinson. 

Emily’s poem this episode: 

Nobody knows this little Rose —

It might a pilgrim be

Did I not take it from the ways

And lift it up to thee.

Only a Bee will miss it —

Only a Butterfly,

Hastening from far journey —

On its breast to lie —

Only a Bird will wonder —

Only a Breeze will sigh —

Ah Little Rose — how easy

For such as thee to die!

It was not Death, The Truth’s superb surprise


Hello everyone, thanks for listening. In todays episode of Dickinson Emily takes a sick day, and meets a Kindred spirit. Thanks to Alena Smith and everyone at Apple TV+ who produces the show for all us viewers. If you like listening to our discussion, or have some feedback please feel free to email us at edicksonedicts@gmail.com. We love to hear from you. 

OG Emily Dickinson furnishes us with two fantastic poems today: 

Tell all the truth but tell it slant —

Success in Circuit lies

Too bright for our infirm Delight

The Truth’s superb surprise

As Lightning to the Children eased

With explanation kind

The Truth must dazzle gradually

Or every man be blind —


It was not Death, for I stood up,

And all the Dead, lie down –

It was not Night, for all the Bells

Put out their Tongues, for Noon.

It was not Frost, for on my Flesh

I felt Siroccos – crawl –

Nor Fire – for just my marble feet

Could keep a Chancel, cool –

And yet, it tasted, like them all,

The Figures I have seen

Set orderly, for Burial

Reminded me, of mine –

As if my life were shaven,

And fitted to a frame,

And could not breathe without a key,

And ’twas like Midnight, some –

When everything that ticked – has stopped –

And space stares – all around –

Or Grisly frosts – first Autumn morns,

Repeal the Beating Ground –

But most, like Chaos – Stopless – cool –

Without a Chance, or spar –

Or even a Report of Land –

To justify – Despair.

I am afraid to own a piano-


Hello everyone,

It’s Dickinson episode 5. This week the gang is performing Shakespeare’s Othello. A difficult episode today, and we have some thoughts. Maybe you do too. Contact us on edictsonedicks@gmail.com, we want to hear from you. Thanks again to Alena Smith and everyone at Apple TV+ for bringing us this episode of Dickinson.

Emily’s poem today:

I am afraid to own a Body—

I am afraid to own a Soul—

Profound—precarious Property—

Possession, not optional—

Double Estate—entailed at pleasure

Upon an unsuspecting Heir—

Duke in a moment of Deathlessness

And God, for a Frontier.

Again, the music at the top of the episode was Hailee Steinfeld’s ‘Afterlife’. 

Alone I cannot bee-For podcast Hosts-do visit me-


Hello everyone, 

Ben and Kyle here, back with our fourth episode of Edicts on E. Dicks. Today we watch Dickinson episode 4 and discuss.

Emily’s poem for the day:

Alone, I cannot be—

For Hosts—do visit me—

Recordless Company—

Who baffle Key—

They have no Robes, nor Names—

No Almanacs—nor Climes—

But general Homes

Like Gnomes—

Their Coming, may be known

By Couriers within—

Their going—is not—

For they’ve never gone—

Thanks to Alena Smith and everyone at Apple TV for the show! More cats please! Check it out listeners. Also the music at the top is Afterlife, by the lovely Haliee Steinfeld. 

Ah-the Sea! Might I but peg – tonight – In thee


Hello everyone,

It’s Ben and Kyle, back with a bumper episode! Tonight we watch episode three of ‘Dickinson’ ‘Wild Nights’, and discuss the poem of the same name. It’s the battle of the star signs, as Ben (Sagittarius) clashes with Kyle (fuckin’ Libra) when each take a different view of maritime metaphors. Meanwhile Lavinia proves to be the star of the show. No cats, but… bees? Well, when all is said and done there is plenty of Opium to go around. Just don’t take the stairs.

We would love to hear from you, so do email us at edictsonedicks@gmail.com

Emily’s poem for today:

Wild nights – Wild nights!

Were I with thee

Wild nights should be

Our luxury!

Futile – the winds –

To a Heart in port –

Done with the Compass –

Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden –

Ah – the Sea!

Might I but moor – tonight –

In thee!

Also, our intro is the wonderful ‘Afterlife’ by Hailee Steinfeld, the star of the show. Check it out!

I have never been horny like ‘volcanoes’-


Hello everyone, 

It’s Ben and Kyle. We are back after an extended rest over the holiday season. We pick up with Dickinson episode 2, and see what happens when Emily gets frisky. Expect magma and loaves of bread. There were some sound issues on this one, we apologise if Ben is a little quiet. But you can enjoy Kyle’s phlegmatic voice all the more.

We would love to hear from you, so do email us at edictsonedicks@gmail.com

Emily’s poem for today: 

I have never seen “Volcanoes”—

But, when Travellers tell

How those old – phlegmatic mountains

Usually so still –

Bear within – appalling Ordnance,

Fire, and smoke, and gun,

Taking Villages for breakfast,

And appalling Men –

If the stillness is Volcanic

In the human face

When upon a pain Titanic

Features keep their place –

If at length the smouldering anguish

Will not overcome –

And the palpitating Vineyard

In the dust, be thrown?

If some loving Antiquary,

On Resumption Morn,

Will not cry with joy “Pompeii”!

To the Hills return!

Also, our intro is the wonderful ‘Afterlife’ by Hailee Steinfeld, the star of the show. Check it out!