I’m (technically an Emmy Award Certificate Winning) Nobody, Who are You?


It happened everyone! Emily Dickinson got published in The Springfield Republican, all of Amherst pauses to celebrate her and her incredible accomplishment, and Death himself stops to hand her the keys to the Underworld and awards her immortality!

Just kidding. Emily gets published and the world keeps turning because people are busy and they all have lives. Our girl turns invisible and gets to listen in on what everyone thinks about her. Meanwhile, the events in the barn pay off as we learn that the profits from The Constellation are being used to fund John Brown’s raid on Harper’s Ferry. And as every good American History student knows, this totally works and there are no bad consequences whatsoever… Just kidding (again).

Digressions include getting an end-of-life plan, Patricia Highsmith, and lots of unexpected bodily fluids. Join us, won’t you?

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Here are two Emily poems for today:

I taste a liquor never brewed – 
From Tankards scooped in Pearl – 
Not all the Frankfort Berries
Yield such an Alcohol!

Inebriate of air – am I – 
And Debauchee of Dew – 
Reeling – thro’ endless summer days – 
From inns of molten Blue –

When “Landlords” turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove’s door – 
When Butterflies – renounce their “drams” – 
I shall but drink the more!

Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats – 
And Saints – to windows run – 
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the – Sun!


Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.

Forever- is composed of Nietzsches


Ben and Kyle take a spa day and relax by discussing the inevitability of regret in life… the struggles of queer people… and Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche. The two of us might not be able to relax very well. Whoops. Thankfully the female members of the Dickinson clan have no problem with that! Revel in a discussion that reveals the importance of hydrotherapy, human connection, and the prophecies our parents tell us.

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Emily’s poem is philosophy masquerading with meter and slant rhyme:

Forever – is composed of Nows –
‘Tis not a different time –
Except for Infiniteness –
And Latitude of Home –

From this – experienced Here –
Remove the Dates – to These –
Let Months dissolve in further Months –
And Years – exhale in Years –

Without Debate – or Pause –
Or Celebrated Days –
No different Our Years would be
From Anno Dominies –

Split the Emotional Duck- and You’ll Find Van Gogh’s Sunflowers


Join Ben and Kyle on a trip to the opera with Emily and the rest of the Dickinsons as they watch a touring company’s performance of La Traviata. We discuss fame, music, rapturous experiences with art, and killing birds. 

Also, expect a forthcoming addendum to this episode- there’s lots left to uncover.

Emily’s poem from this episode is incredible. Do yourself the favor and find the recording of Ella Hunt singing it:

Split the Lark – and you’ll find the Music –
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled –
Scantily dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear, when Lutes be old –

Loose the Flood –  you shall find it patent –
Gush after Gush, reserved for you –
Scarlet Experiment! Sceptic Thomas!
Now, do you doubt that your Bird was true?

Forbidden Fruits a Salon have (feat. Graham Kolbeins)


We cross the halfway mark of Season 2 of Dickinson with the help of a special guest star, queer filmmaker and writer Graham Kolbeins! Join us as we discuss salon culture, the Weirdo Night queer arts scene of Los Angeles, concepts of sexual and gender identities through history, and whether or not The Scarlet Letter kinda sucks. Kyle learns the proper pronunciation of “ribald” and we wonder whether Emily’s luscious pea might be a symbol for something else… 

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Emily’s poem for this episode is a tiny little anthill that explodes with the force of a volcano:

Forbidden Fruit a flavor has
That lawful Orchards mocks—
How luscious lies within the pod
The pea that Duty locks!

The Daisy follows soft the Sun, followed by the Evening Star, into the Insouciant Dark


Salutations, dear listeners! Welcome back from a brief but patient hiatus. Today, Kyle and Ben tackle Season 2 Episode 4 of Dickinson, “The Daisy follows soft the Sun –.” We discuss getting lost in the maze of artistic endeavors, relationships and marriage, and the complicated Amethyst web of Emily Dickinson, William Blake, and Wendell Berry. Join us as we journey into the dark without a light- the best way to know the dark. 

We actually tackle three poems by three different poets today (plus a bonus haiku by Kyle):

Art buried in dirt?
Cultivate insouciance:
Compost for more crops!

Emily Dickinson’s “The Daisy follows soft the Sun-“

The Daisy follows soft the Sun –
And when his golden walk is done –
Sits shyly at his feet –
He – waking – finds the flower there –
Wherefore – Marauder – art thou here?
Because, Sir, love is sweet!

We are the Flower – Thou the Sun!
Forgive us, if as days decline –
We nearer steal to Thee!
Enamored of the parting West –
The peace – the flight – the Amethyst –
Night’s possibility!

William Blake’s “To the Evening Star”

Thou fair-hair’d angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves, and while thou drawest the
Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon,
Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
And then the lion glares through the dun forest:
The fleeces of our flocks are cover’d with
Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence!

Wendell Berry’s “To Know the Dark”

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.

Our conversation—bedlam— Our laughter, ill at ease—

Welcome to a particularly delirious episode of Edicts on E. Dicks, where our sleep-deprived hosts discuss the third episode of Apple TV+’s Dickinson, “The only Ghost I ever saw.” Seances, Millard Fillmore, the return of ‘Nobody,’ and a horny Mrs. Dickinson fantasizing about a shipwrecked Norwegian sea captain while rubbing up against a bedpost are all prominent features in an episode that alternates between goofy insta-Wicca and an actual sense of dread!

In the Spirit (ooooh) of this episode, we also dissect our star charts and discover that Kyle and Ben should never date (honestly, what would our couple name even be? ‘Ken’?? ‘Byle’?? Do people even do couple names anymore? Or have we collectively decided to move on?) and that Ben remains skeptical as to the veracity of using the placement of the stars at your time of birth to determine your personality. Classic Scorpio Rising, am I right?

As always, you can email us at edictsonedicks@gmail.com. But understand that if you do, you will receive an abominably long email from Kyle (noted Double Air/Water sign). 

We also have two poems today:

The only Ghost I ever saw
Was dressed in Mechlin—so—
He wore no sandal on his foot—
And stepped like flakes of snow—
His mien, was soundless, like the Bird—
But rapid—like the Roe—
His fashions, quaint, Mosaic—
Or haply, Mistletoe—

His conversation—seldom—
His laughter, like the Breeze—
That dies away in Dimples
Among the pensive Trees—

Our interview—was transient—
Of me, himself was shy—
And God forbid I look behind—
Since that appalling Day!


Witchcraft was hung, in History,
But History and I
Find all the Witchcraft that we need
Around us, every Day—

Happy Spring Solstice, everyone!


Fame is a fickle food- Not soaked in Brandy for a Month


Our journey through Season 2 of Apple TV+’s Dickinson continues as Emily has her first brush with fame- as the winner of the Amherst (Am’erst?) Cattle Show Baking Contest. Is this what she wants? Or will she resist the call of the Baking Contest Circuit in favor of something else? As Mrs. Dickinson tell us, one win is nice but two is momentum! Watch Hailee Steinfeld conjure one of Emily’s more incisive poems out of thin air while the rest of Amherst gorges themselves on that monstrous cake she has made. 

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Here’s Emily’s haymaker of a meditation on Fame (that last line tho…):

Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set
Whose crumbs the crows inspect
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the
Farmer’s corn
Men eat of it and die


For mine – to listen when I liked, The Podcast would strike me dead –


Aaaaaand we’re back! Season 2 Episode 1 of Apple TV+’s “Dickinson” kicks off with a hell of a montage that sets the theme, the tone, and demonstrates the well-oiled machine that is the second season of this show. Have Ben and I learned our lessons from the end of Season 1 and gone full “Dick-heads” on this show? It’s possible. In our discussion of this episode, we dive into Sue’s incredible wardrobe, questions of the news and artistry (We are living in an Information Age, people!), and Hailee Steinfeld’s gradual transformation into the Emily we know and adore. 

If you don’t watch the show, go ahead and skip to 39:25 to hear our discussion of Emily’s poem of the episode compared with a section of Walt Whitman’s Song of the Open Road (with some Lao Tsu for good measure). 

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Here’s Emily’s poem for the episode:

Before I got my eye put out –
I liked as well to see
As other creatures, that have eyes –
And know no other way –

But were it told to me, Today,
That I might have the Sky
For mine, I tell you that my Heart
Would split, for size of me –

The Meadows – mine –
The Mountains – mine –
All Forests – Stintless stars –
As much of noon, as I could take –
Between my finite eyes –

The Motions of the Dipping Birds –
The Morning’s Amber Road –
For mine – to look at when I liked,
The news would strike me dead –

So safer – guess – with just my soul
Opon the window pane
Where other creatures put their eyes –
Incautious – of the Sun –


Wild Nights With Emily


Hello listeners, 

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. 



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A Quiet Passion… FINALLY


Well, we FINALLY get to discussing Terence Davies’s take on Emily’s life, A Quiet Passion. And our verdict is… it’s good? And surprisingly funny? And tremendously sad? And might prompt an existential crisis in you? But is totally worth watching? But only if you’re in a good mental state? Are any of us in a good mental state these days? Why is this episode description phrased entirely in question form? Is it a reflection on Emily’s state of mind in this film? Faced with profound questions that will likely never be answered in the course of our lifetimes? Maybe?

Anyway, enjoy!

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