Fame is a fickle food
Emily Dickinson
1659
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.
To me this peom means that when a person becomes famous, they are only given one chance. It is then taken for granted and people become too conceeded. In the poem, we the fans, are the crows mentioned in the sixth line and we are "inspecting" what happens when fame becomes your plate of food. In the last two lines, "Flap past it to the farmers corn- men eat of it and die" means that it is like a contagious disease that seems to kill when it is taken in the wrong hands.
I really liked and enjoyed reading this poem above. I have posted it above, for your qown sake. I ecspecially liked the title because it sounded pretty catchy. It made me think "wow, I wonder what this is about?". So go on and read it. I hope you will love it just as much as I do.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
What do I think about the "Rats" poem?
Shooting Rats at the Bibb County Dump
by David Bottoms
Loaded on beer and whiskey, we ride
to the dump in carloads
to turn our headlights across the wasted field,
freeze the startled eyes of rats against mounds of rubbish.
Shot in the head, they jump only once, lie still
like dead beer cans.
Shot in the gut or rump, they writhe and try to burrow
into garbage, hide in old truck tires,
rusty oil drums, cardboard boxes scattered across the mounds,
or else drag themselves on forelegs across our beams of light
toward the darkness at the edge of the dump.
It's the light they believe kills.
We drink and load again, let them crawl
for all they're worth into the darkness we're headed for.
I think That the poem "Shooting rats at the bibb county dump" is the craziest poem I have ever read. I think that it is about "people" who drink to much and shoot the rats in the fields, and they have no feelings about it. By saying that they believe that darkness keeps them safe, it is when they seem to still get killed
Maybe the poem is trying to state that people do things they normally wouldn't do, when they drink, which is a known proven fact. Possibly, this poem is trying to send the message that "everything is not what it is seems to be, ecspecially when you want it to be." The darkness is supposed to be like a safety net for the rats when they are scared.
by David Bottoms
Loaded on beer and whiskey, we ride
to the dump in carloads
to turn our headlights across the wasted field,
freeze the startled eyes of rats against mounds of rubbish.
Shot in the head, they jump only once, lie still
like dead beer cans.
Shot in the gut or rump, they writhe and try to burrow
into garbage, hide in old truck tires,
rusty oil drums, cardboard boxes scattered across the mounds,
or else drag themselves on forelegs across our beams of light
toward the darkness at the edge of the dump.
It's the light they believe kills.
We drink and load again, let them crawl
for all they're worth into the darkness we're headed for.
I think That the poem "Shooting rats at the bibb county dump" is the craziest poem I have ever read. I think that it is about "people" who drink to much and shoot the rats in the fields, and they have no feelings about it. By saying that they believe that darkness keeps them safe, it is when they seem to still get killed
Maybe the poem is trying to state that people do things they normally wouldn't do, when they drink, which is a known proven fact. Possibly, this poem is trying to send the message that "everything is not what it is seems to be, ecspecially when you want it to be." The darkness is supposed to be like a safety net for the rats when they are scared.
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