But onto more pressing matters. If I though I was stressing before, you should have seen me after I read Emily Dickinson's, Much Madness is divinest Sense. At first I thought that in that week of doing little work I had forgotten the fundamentals of the English language, and while attempting to read seemingly normal poem, I had fallen into some sort of trivial hole in the Earth, where sentences no longer connected with each other in a logical fashion and hyphens tripped over commas in a mad dash to make literal sense. Then I realised that this madness I was feeling, was in fact what this poem was about; the conformity of society and the notion of free speach, in a sense. Easy, right? Wrong. It took me a while to figure out that Emily Dickinson must've seen the world like this:
All her poems are amazingly complex. I sometimes wonder if we're even close to what she was actually talking about, or way off. Now I write this after my tutorial, in which we were given the task of figuring out the meaning behind her poem What Soft - Cherubic Creatures, and I'm proud to say that our group figured it out. Now I wouldn't call myself a genius. More of a super awesome genius. And I still await my prize of a solitary piece of chocolate. It will be worth more than all the riches of the land!