The audacity of Emily Dickinson has no bounds. If her poem I felt a Funeral, in my Brain is any indication of the rest of her poems, then I just don't think I'll get along with Ms. Dickinson one bit. I hate the unnecessary capitalization, other than that it's alright. We talked about this poem quite a bit in class today, and several ideas and theories as to the theme or purpose were thrown around. Personally when I read it I took it rather (but not too) literally, where the speaker was some mess of dead but still sharp in the senses in the casket. A popular opinion during discussion was that the funeral was taking place in the mind, akin to the speaker going insane. This theory certainly deserves merit and Perrine would be pleased; one could definitely make the supportive case based on diction used in the story (Taylor pointed out the use of the mental "Brain" instead of the physical "Head" in the first line). Overall, I enjoyed the depiction of the senses and the vivid imagery of the funeral's symbolic meaning, not so much a fan of the syntax and punctuation. I heard Emily Dickinson was a shut in. Weird.
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