Hey, Mom! The Explanation.

Here's the permanent dedicated link to my first Hey, Mom! post and the explanation of the feature it contains.

Saturday, September 8, 2018

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1112 - reprint - soul has bandaged

http://hetstalingradproject.blogspot.com/2006/02/soul-has-bandaged-moments.html
Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #1112 - reprint - soul has bandaged


Hi Mom, Special edition HEY MOM reprint shared a day earlier than the usual schedule because I am at Rose City Comic Con and blogging less. I am working on an original entry for tomorrow, which I hope to get posted.

Meanwhile, here's my favorite Emily Dickinson poem (because I am not all about just comics).


FROM  -
http://sensedoubt.blogspot.com/2017/02/hey-mom-talking-to-my-mother-578-soul.html

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #578 - The Soul Has Bandaged Moments

Hi Mom,

Seek and ye shall find. After quoting this Dickinson poem the other day, I decided to share it on my blog, so I went hunting for an image. And someone has done original art for the poem. And more, this artist has several pieces on the blog at the address above. Sadly, all from 2006 and not many, none since. But great work. So I grabbed all three and posted them with due credit.

This is my favorite Emily Dickinson poem, EVER. I do love "I have lived my life a loaded gun" among others, but this one... this one.

"She dances like a bomb, abroad, and swings upon the Hours."

Damn. Amazing.

"The Horror welcomes her again..."

Just, wow. Plus that was my quote in writing about current events in this nation.

Poem found here - https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/56453

"The Soul has Bandaged Moments" - BY EMILY DICKINSON

The Soul has Bandaged moments -
When too appalled to stir -
She feels some ghastly Fright come up
And stop to look at her -

Salute her, with long fingers -
Caress her freezing hair -
Sip, Goblin, from the very lips
The Lover - hovered - o'er -
Unworthy, that a thought so mean
Accost a Theme - so - fair -

The soul has moments of escape -
When bursting all the doors -
She dances like a Bomb, abroad,
And swings upon the Hours,

As do the Bee - delirious borne -
Long Dungeoned from his Rose -
Touch Liberty - then know no more -
But Noon, and Paradise

The Soul's retaken moments -
When, Felon led along,
With shackles on the plumed feet,
And staples, in the song,

The Horror welcomes her, again,
These, are not brayed of Tongue -

http://hetstalingradproject.blogspot.com/2006/02/soul-has-bandaged-moments.html


Emily Dickinson, "[The soul has bandaged moments]" from The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Variorum Edition. Copyright © 1998 by Emily Dickinson.  Reprinted by permission of The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press.

Dickinson poems are electronically reproduced courtesy of the publishers and the Trustees of Amherst College from The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Variorum Edition, Ralph W. Franklin, ed., Cambridge, Mass: The Belknap Press of Harvard University of Press, Copyright © 1988 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College. Copyright © 1951, 1955, 1979, 1983 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College.
Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Variorum Edition (The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, 1998)


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Reflect and connect.

Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.

I miss you so very much, Mom.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.

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- Days ago = 580 days ago

- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1702.04 - 8:37


http://hetstalingradproject.blogspot.com/2006/02/soul-has-bandaged-moments.html

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Reflect and connect.

Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you, Mom.

I miss you so very much, Mom.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.

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- Days ago = 1162 days ago

- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1809.08 - 10:10

NEW (written 1708.27) NOTE on time: I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of your death, Mom, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of your death, Mom. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom.

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