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Marta L. Werner
The Flights of A 821: Dearchivizing the
Proceedings of a Birdsong
for Randall McLeod (Random
Cloud)
flight: (flait), sb. 1 1.a.
The action or manner of flying or
moving through the air with or as with wings. . . .e. Of birds or insects: a
migration or issuing forth in bodies. . . .2.a. Swift movement in
general; esp. of a projectile, etc. through the air. . . .3.
fig. a. A mounting or soaring out of the regular course or beyond
ordinary bounds; an excursion or sally (of the imagination, wit, intellect,
ambition, etc.). . . .†4. A state of flutter or agitation; a
trembling, fright. . . .6.a. The distance which a bird can or does
fly. . . .6.b. The distance to which a missile may be shot. . .
.8. A collection or flock of beings or things flying in or passing
through the air together. . . .9. The young birds that take wing at
one time, e.g., the March Flight or the May flight. . .
.10. A flight-arrow. . . .flight, sb. 2.
1.a. The action of fleeing. . .as
from danger. . .an absconding. . . .flight,
sb. 3. Obs. a.
A flake of snow. b. A violent storm (of snow). . .
.flight, v. †2. intr. To fluctuate, change. . .
.3. † a. To migrate, flit, fleet (obs.). . . .to fly in
flights. . . .4. trans. To set flying. . . (OED)
I
Signs & Wonders
Among Dickinson’s late papers is a manuscript especially
marked by the signs of flight. The manuscript, here identified by its
catalog number A 821, constitutes a kind of exit-text. It may have been
composed in a few minutes, or even seconds, in the early spring of 1885,
since one line of the text reappears, slightly altered, in three fair-copy
drafts of a letter composed by Dickinson to Helen Hunt Jackson in March of
that year, but apparently never completed or mailed. In Thomas H. Johnson’s
The Letters of Emily Dickinson (1958), it is annexed to these drafts
as a footnote. Its provenance, as well as the date of its composition,
however, remain unconfirmed. I found it first by accident, in the Amherst
College Library, when it fell (rose?) out of an acid-free envelope, out of
the space of claustration. If I had not held it lightly in my hands, I would
never have suspected the manner in which it was assembled. Although its
brevity and immediacy place it outside the reach of conventional
classificatory gestures, it bears a striking affinity to the genre David
Porter names "small, rickety infinitudes."1
Look at it now, flying on the screen/page,
vying with light:
focus: A 821/A 821a.
1885? Lines penciled on two fragments of envelope held
together with a straight pin. |
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Faraway, so Close!
2 —Wim Wenders
Taxonomy of Paper Wings
A 821 is a "sudden" collage made of two, possibly three,
sections of envelope.3 The
principles of its construction are economical, even austere. The larger
section of the collage is the inside of the back of an envelope, the address
face of which has been torn or cut away. One vertical crease bisects the
fragment, turning the halved envelope into a diptych resembling the hinged
leaves of the codex book Dickinson had long since abandoned and the wings of
the bird the manuscript is becoming. Initially, the leaves/wings appear to
have been folded closed; at rest, the manuscript is not yet transformed into
a fully living figure. Another section of text, perhaps the last, is
composed on an unfolded triangular corner of the envelope’s severed seal; it
has been designated by the cataloguer "A 821a." A single straight pin, still
in place in June 1998, imps the collage elements together, while also
spreading open the larger envelope fragment to reveal a blurred message
about an imminent transition, or about the desire of writing to intervene
between the visible and the invisible.4
The unfolding of the manuscript creates a strange visual rhyming of
wings.
On the right wing, the lines "Afternoon and | the West and
| the gorgeous | nothings | which | compose | the | sunset | keep" slant
upwards into the west.
On the left wing, the lines "Clogged | only with | Music,
like | the Wheels of | Birds -" slant diagonally upwards into the east.
On the smaller, pinned wing, writing rushes beyond the
tear/terminus where the seen meets the unseen in "their high | Appointment."
Are we day or are we night?5
—Peter Greenaway
The singing of birds marks—some believe causes—both the
break and the close of day.6 If we
read from left to right across the contours of the open wings, A 821/A 821a
appears to record the moment when day turns into night. Yet the
grammar—syntax—of wings is the grammar of discontinuity. The slight
variations in the handwriting on opposing wings suggest that the texts they
carry were composed on different occasions; moreover, on each wing, writing,
inscribed by Velocity, rushes in opposite directions. To access the texts,
we must enter into a volitional relationship with the fragment, turning it
point by point, like a compass, or a pin wheel—like the wheels of
thought. 360 degrees. As we rotate the text, disorienting and
orientating it at once, day and night, each a whir of words, almost converge
in the missing body spaces just beyond the light seams showing the
bifurcation in the envelope, then fly apart in a synesthesia of sight and
sound.7
How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way,
Is an immense world of delight clos’d by your senses five?8
—William Blake
Joy and Gravitation have their own ways - —Emily
Dickinson
Gravity-fields
The three fair-copy drafts of Dickinson’s last letter to
Helen Hunt Jackson, composed across parts of eleven leaves of fine Irish
Linen stationery, shifting between prose and verse, respond to Jackson’s
letter of 3 February containing news of her prolonged suffering from a
broken leg.
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Santa Monica/Cal./By the Sea./Feb. 3. 1885
My dear Miss Dickinson,
Thank you heartily for the fan. It is pathetic, in
its small-ness - poor so uls - how did they come to think of making
such tiny ones. - I shall wear it sometimes, like a leaf on my
breast. -
Your letter found me in Los Angeles, where I have
been for two months & a little more. - Sunning myself, and
trying to get on my feet. - I had hoped by this time to be able to
go without crutches, and venture to New York, for the remainder of
the winter - but I am disappointed. So far as the broken leg is
concerned, I could walk with a cane now: but the whole leg having
been badly strained by doing double duty so long, is obstinate about
getting to work again, is very lame and sore, & I am afraid
badly given out - so that it will take months for it to recover. - I
dislike this exceedingly; - but dare not grumble, lest a worse thing
befall me: & if I did grumble, I should deserve it, - for I am
absolutely well - drive the whole of every afternoon in an open
carriage on roads where larks sing & flowers are
in bloom: I can do everything I ever could - except walk! - and if I
never walk again it will still remain true that I have had more than
a half centurys excellent trotting out of my legs - so even then, I
suppose I ought not be rebellious. - Few people get as much out of
one pair of legs as I have! -
This Santa Monica is a lovely little Seaside
hamlet, - only eighteen miles from Los Angeles, - one of the most
beautiful Seaside places I ever saw: green to the tip edge of
the cliffs, flowers blooming and choruses of birds, all
winter. - There can be nothing in this world nearer perfection
than this South California climate for winter.- Cool enough to make
a fire necessary, night & morning: but warm enough to keep
flowers going, all the time, in the open air, - grass & barley
are many inches high - some of the "volunteer" crops already in
head. - As I write - (in bed, before breakfast,) I am looking
straight off towards Japan - over a silver sea - my foreground is a
strip of high grass, and mallows, with a row of Eucalyptus trees
sixty or seventy feet high: - and there is a positive cackle of
linnets.
Searching here, for Indian relics, especially the
mortars or bowls hollowed out of stone, with the solid stone pestles
they used to pound their acorns in, I have found two Mexican women
called Ramona, from whom I have bought the Indian mortars.
-
I hope you are well - and at work - I wish I knew
by now what your portfolios, by this time, hold.
Yours ever truly
Helen Jackson.
(L a76a) |
[dated in the interior: March (1885)]
Dear friend -
To reproach my own Foot in behalf of your’s, is
involuntary, and finding myself, no solace in "whom he loveth he
chasteneth" your valor astounds me - It was only a small Wasp, said
the French Physician, repairing the sting, but the strength to
perish is sometimes withheld - though who but you could tell a
Foot.
Take all away from me, but leave me
Ecstasy And I am richer then, than all my Fellow men
- Is it becoming me to dwell so wealthily, When at
my very Door are those possessing more, In abject
Poverty?
That you compass [glance at] "Japan" before you
breakfast, not in the least surprises me, clogged [thronged]
only with Music, like the Wheels [Decks] of Birds -
Thank you for hoping I am well - Who could be ill
in March, that month of proclamations? Sleigh Bells and Jays contend
in my Matinee, and the North surrenders, instead of the South, a
reverse of Bugles -
Pity me, however, I have finished Ramona -
Would that like Shakespeare, it were just
published! Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your Foot were
intuitive - but I am but a Pagan -
Of God we ask one favor, that we may
be forgiven - For what, he is presumed to know
- The Crime, from us, is hidden - Immured the
whole of Life Within a magic Prison We reprimand
the Happiness That too com- petes with Heaven
-
May I once more know, and that you are saved?
Your Dickinson -
(A 817; A 819,
redaction) |
The epistolary relation is grounded in and exposed to time.
When Dickinson wrote to Hunt Jackson in March of 1885, she did not know that
her friend was dying, that the broken leg that would not heal was a symptom
of the cancer already overtaking her. Before she had completed and mailed a
finished copy of the letter, the papers announced Jackson’s death. Her
carefully drafted response to Jackson’s morning letter of 3 February reaches
its destination only belatedly, in the subjective night of its intended
recipient.9
How can we ever verify the degree of match between what is
transmitted and what is received?
Cut to A 821: "Clogged | only with | Music, like | the
Wheels of | Birds -" A 821/A 821a may be a poem-breaking-out-of-prose, a
time-shifted bird flown out of the constellations of March, a letter’s
avant-text and vanishing point, a translation of speed or spirit into a kind
of handwriting, a dart that returns immediately to the sender. What it
conveys is not a "message" to a specific addressee, but the sensation of
seeing, for the last time.10
In the visual linguistics of both an earlier mystical
imagery and an Edenic physics, wings/wheels are signifiers for
immateriality, for bodies that are not subject to the laws of gravity, and
which can communicate between time and eternity.11
By composing A 821/A 821a on the reverse of an
empty, unaddressed envelope, no longer the container for a message, but the
message itself, Dickinson creates a template for an ex-static flight that is
also a trope for her late, contrapuntal communications, in which "arrival"
is another word for "departure," and where reaching a final destination
involves a radical displacement—the loss of all topi. Unlike the
letter, a narrative of illness and death, boundlessly gravid, the undated
because dateless fragment is a site of radical temporality. Bird of paradox
and paradise, A 821/A 821a’s sudden defection from the space of the letter
signals the annihilation of continuity, the instantaneous translation from
one condition into another. A 821/A 821a flies to the outermost edges of
Dickinson’s production, then out of this world.
In an ex-static postscript, composed in August (?) 1885, on
postal wrappers, Dickinson wrote: "Dear friend, can you walk were the last
words that I wrote to her - Dear friend I can fly - her immortal soaring
reply-" (A 857)
Imprints
When Thomas H. Johnson published A 821/A 821a as a footnote
following the letter-drafts addressed to Hunt-Jackson, he denied it its
autonomy (autonomies) and arrested the motion of its wings: subsumed under
the metrics of the letter and reset in immovable type—pinned into a single
temporality and spatiality—the iconic implications of the manuscript vanish:
the conjunction of writing and sensuous representation manifested by the
fragment-becoming-bird fails to take place. Lines broken according to the
conventions of typesetting "prose" break the wings of the text, transgress
the light internal junctions, the imbrications and tracery, as well as the
outer edges of the envelope fragments, that mark the limits of a thought or
the junctures between (flights of) thoughts. In the printed text, moreover,
the music of the invisible bird is no longer audible. The syntactical
discontinuities created by the folding and unfolding, the conjoining and
breaking away, of A 821/A 821a’s word-wings are resolved via an editorial
reordering of the text-fragments into a smooth grammatical flight. The
measure of the "sentence" checks the flight of the image.
A vision has become legible.
II
Flight Paths
"If you saw a bullet | hit a Bird -" (A 828)
A bird’s lost powers of flight may be restored by imping
the feathers of another to it:12
. . .and with new pinions refresh Her wearied wings,
which so restored did flye 13 —Henry
Vaughan
Pinned to the body of A 821, the small arrow-wing called A
821a appears to mend (i.e., complete) the text on the right wing and also to
name the fragment’s destination, "their high | Appointment." Yet this wing,
hardly more than a feather, did not always determine the arc of A 821’s
flight. On the body of A 821 four additional sets of pin pricks, two along
the outer edges of the left wing and two along the outer edges of the right
wing, are signs of at least four previous trajectories or changes in course.
Perhaps, like A 821a, A 821 was once imped to other, more expansive wings
out of which it has fallen or from which is it still ascending. The wings of
a letter, perhaps. Alternatively, several small fragments like A 821a
may have been appended to the extremities of A 821 to help pilot earlier,
apprenticeship flights of brief duration, flights that missed their marks or
found them suddenly. Like birds that migrate only so long as the "drive" is
present, the durations of the fragments’ previous flights, the timings and
directions of their collisions and releases, and the relations among them
remain mysterious, most completely unrecoverable. Pinned, unpinned,
repinned, the fragments’ multiple flights shatter the deep, one-point
perspective of the letter, reveal the extraordinarily complex, perhaps
crossed, intentions of its writer.
Moreover, in A 821/A 821a, the pin complicates the play
between past, present, and future, keeps the texts/birds flying in a
splintered mode of time, in the "terrifying tense" of pure
transition.14 The expectations of
closure or parousia—"their high | Appointment"—may be endlessly
postponed, or reversed, with the drop of a pin.
The caesuras and sudden discontinuities initially perceived
in the opening of A 821/A 821a’s wings are intensified in the linking and
breaking away of lap- or lost wings. To say the least, the common meter of
the hymn found in Dickinson’s early, bound poems has not survived this
latest flight. On the contrary, in the (un)pinned texts of the 1870s and
1880s one hears an acceleration followed by snapping or short-circuiting of
lyrical wires. In place of melody and measure come suddenness and syncope:
"meter with neither more nor less, but an impossible measure"15:
A gap between the wings. In the 1870s and
1880s the "data" to be explained by poetry perhaps became more and more
extreme. The concordance to Dickinson’s poems reveals that around this time
the words dart, hour, moment, arrow, second, shaft, bird,
and instant appear in her writing with increasing frequency.
Fragments, fractions of poems cut into smaller and smaller units of
time/paper, are part of the count-down to the end of a century.
III
No Bird - but rode in Ether -: Towards a Bibliography of
Departures 16
H. Hudson says that birds feel something akin to
pain (and fear) just before migration and that nothing alleviates
this feeling except flight (the rapid motion of wings)
17 —Lorine Niedecker
A certain set of operations repeated again and again, like
the rapid motions of wings, may signify that a migration is about to take
place . . .
A few early harbingers of later flights appear scattered
throughout the fascicles and the sets. The first pinned fragment appears in
fascicle 7, composed in 1859. It carries an alternate reading, one of the
first variants to occur in the fascicles, for the fifth and sixth lines of
the poem beginning, "She died - this was the way she died -" (MB
I, fascicle 7, 1859). Inscribed on the verso of a small slip of note
paper, but inserted as a recto, the pinned slip covers the lines it
replaces. Two more pinned texts appear in the fascicles in 1862, one in
fascicle 16, the other in fascicle 19. In both instances the pinned
slips—here small, but whole leaves of note paper—carry the final, overflow
lines of the poems to which they are fastened. On the one hand, pinning
appears to be a kind of binding, double-binding: a slip carrying the
variant or final lines of a poem is pinned over a poem stab-bound into a
fascicle.
Yet the pinned slips carrying variants, endings, and
variant endings also announce a crisis at and of the limits of the text. In
the unbound leaves of the sets, themselves vulnerable to scattering, the
association of pinned slips with the bodies of poems is more tenuous. In the
final instance of pinning in the sets, the pin is deployed as an extreme
mark of punctuation, a dash doubled and made material; it writes the poem
apart: "Of the Heart that | goes in, and closes the | Door | Shall the
Playfellow Heart | complain | Though the Ring is | unwhole, and the
Company"
" — broke | Can never be + fitted again? | + matched –".
(MB II, Set 6c, 1866)
If pinning was initially used as an alternative method of
binding, a way of associating variants and overflow lines with poems, it
immediately declared its difference from binding. Unlike binding, which is
premeditated, permanent, and serial, pinning is instantaneous, temporary,
random. Pinning/unpinning may be Dickinson’s furthest expression of the
aesthetics of "choosing not choosing," her latest response to the recurrent
dangers of closure.
The swallow is already far away. I am sure it was a
flock of swallows, one swallow doesn’t make a spring. . .18
—Michel Serres
Outside the bound packets, in the economy of
contingency, contacts between pinned texts may be momentary—transient.
Outside the bound packets, the combinatory
possibilities, instantaneous or considered, of (un)pinned texts are
registered in the multiple pin pricks visible on the manuscripts’ surfaces.
Fragments, pinned, unpinned, repinned, are evidence of a new genre where
intention tends toward the artifactual.
Outside the bound packets, the relationship between the
body of a manuscript and the pinned slip, between the "superior" text and
its variants, has changed. Unpinned, the stray slips may realize the desire
implicit in the variants composed at the far limits of poems in the
fascicles but still held fast within their gravitational fields for
autonomy. Unpinned from the body proper, the pinned slips reappear as
compressed, but electric lyrics.
Outside the bound packets, texts bearing no prior
relation to one another may be "suddenly" associated by pinning. It
these instances it is not the unification (or "completion"), but the
juxtaposition of texts, that pinning brings about. A "catching of fire
between extremes."19
Scatters
High up, a mile high, perhaps two miles high, hundreds
. . . of pale grey birds flew south, like pages of flickering paper let
loose from a small book caught up in a wind . . .20
—Peter Greenaway
In order to determine whether or not certain kinds of birds
possess homing instincts, a person known as a "liberator" throws several up
into the air, then turns and turns again, each time releasing more birds in
different directions. The birds are then watched out of sight and the points
at which they disappear from view recorded. When a significant number of
vanishing points has been noted, a scatter-diagram is drawn up for study. At
times, for reasons that are not yet fully understood, large numbers of birds
returning to the original release point lose their way and drift widely
across the migration axis. These drifts, sometimes called "radical
scatters," both solicit and resist definitive interpretation.21
Freed from the forty bound fascicles, the accumulated
libraries of her poetic production, and whirling confusedly around the
absent center of the "book," Dickinson’s (un)pinned fragments resemble the
distant and disoriented migrants that do not come fully into focus and that
no longer constitute a clearly delimitable constellation. At times, one or
two or even several appear to be in closest touch with one another; at other
times, texts/wings separated and dispersed by "paragraphs of wind" (JP 1175)
seem remote from each other, unassimilated and unassimilable to the larger
figure, whose moving edges and outlines also drift and blur. Moreover, even
if chance were to discover the breakaway fragments, carefully inventorying
and appending them to their "original" bodies, it would still be impossible
to establish the order of pinnings and unpinnings, or the distances
(seconds, minutes, hours, days, years) between them. Fragments are
"small, rickety infinitudes"; they try their chances. De-archivized,
they fly to the lyric’s scattered ends: the "proceedings of a birdsong," the
vibration of poetry freed from all devices.22
The late (un)pinned fragments are "escapes": texts with no
place in an official record—the official record of an "edition" or, more
importantly, the narrative (plot) of literary history/linear chronology.
Intended by Dickinson to be temporary and occasional in a way different than
we suspected, they reveal the liaison between poetics and teleologies as
essentially specious. Belonging to an economy of indeterminacy in which
"discretion, stability and autonomy" are no longer givens, but only "effects
of certain relations," they call for an alternative aesthetics, for what Ira
Livingstone has recently called a "chaology of knowledge," perhaps, in which
chaos is seen as "a logic at work in the epistemological
processes."23 Instead of classifying
them according to conventional bibliographical and generic codes we need to
find ways of not naming them as they flash by; instead of binding them in
chronological order into a book, we need to discover ways of launching them
into circulation again and again, ways of expressing the unpredictably
varied, stunningly beautiful re-orderings of the texts-birds as they cross
the page/screen/sky of our reading. Ideally, the editor—and no less
so the reader—of these writings would assume the role of the liberator,
throwing the (un)pinned fragments high up into the ether, following them
until they are out of sight, noting their vanishing points, and, whenever
possible, the modalities of their different returns.24
It has been a long winter.
Acknowledgments
This essay was originally written in response to Randall
McLeod’s "FIATfLUX," a reading of Herbert’s "Easter-Wings" given at
the twenty-fourth annual Conference on Editorial Problems, University of
Toronto, 4-5 November 1988, and later printed in Crisis in Editing:
Texts of the English Renaissance, ed. Randall M Leod (New York, AMS
Press, Inc., 1993). I am deeply indebted to McLeod’s contributions in
criticism and to his friendship.
Thanks are also due to the curator and the staff of the
Amherst College Library, Special Collections for their assistance with my
research and for their many kindnesses. John Lancaster, Curator, permitted
me to view the manuscripts discussed in this essay; Daria D’Arienzo, Head
Archivist, provided critical information about the conservation of the
documents; Donna Skibel, Archives Associate, assisted me in locating
materials on bird migrations between 1860 and 1886.
Finally, I wish to thank my research assistant, Patrick
Bryant, for his help with the many technological aspects of this project;
I consider him my collaborator.
The images of the manuscripts of Emily Dickinson are
reproduced courtesy of the Special Collections and Archive, Amherst
College Library.
Abbreviations
A Manuscripts from the Emily Dickinson Collection,
Amherst College Library, are indicated with this initial followed by the
catalog number.
L The Letters of Emily Dickinson, 3 vols. Edited
by Thomas H. Johnson and Theodora Ward. Cambridge, Mass.: Belknap Press
of Harvard University Press, 1958. Citations are to letter number.
MB The Manuscript Books of Emily Dickinson, 2
vols. Edited by Ralph W. Franklin. Cambridge, Mass.: Belknap Press of
Harvard University Press, 1981. Citations are to fascicle (or set)
number and date.
P The Poems of Emily Dickinson, 3 vols. Edited
by Thomas H. Johnson. Cambridge, Mass.: Belknap Press of Harvard
University Press, 1955. Citations are to poem number.
Endnotes
1. David Porter, "Assembling a poet and her poems:
convergent limit-works of Joseph Cornell and Emily Dickinson," Word
& Image, 10, 3 (July-September 1994): 199.
2. The English title, translated from the German, of Wim
Wenders’ film, In Weiter Ferne, so nah! (1993), which begins,
significantly, with a passage from Matthew 6:22: "The light of the body is
the eye."
3. Although I have not done a complete inventory of smalltexts
composed by Dickinson on envelopes, a large number of such smalltexts exists,
many of which have clear iconic value. Two are especially relevant to this
essay: A 109, beginning, "A Pang is more | conspicuous in Spring | In
contrast with the [those] | things that sing, | Not Birds entirely - but |
Minds" (1881) and H 323, beginning, "The | Bird her | punctual | Music
brings" (1883).
4. I have assumed that Dickinson is the author of the
pinnings and unpinnings. Though it is possible that the manuscripts were
pinned together by editors seeking to order her papers, it is not likely.
The often jarring associations of smalltext fragments suggest an aesthetics at
odds with the editorial aesthetics of order.
5. Peter Greenaway, Flying out of this World
(Chicago, IL: University of Chicago Press, 1994), 31.
6. See Leonard Lutwack, Birds in Literature
(Gainesville, FL: University Press of Florida, 1994).
7. For a compelling reading of the connection between
writing and seeing, see Françoise Lucbert, "The Pen and the Eye: The
Politics of the Gazing Body," in Vision and smalltextuality, eds.
Stephen Melville and Bill Readings (Durham, NC: Duke University Press,
1995), 251-255.
8. William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
(Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1975).
9. On 6 August 1885, The Springfield Republican
noted: "Mrs. Jackson is reported at the point of death in San Francisco,
where she has been steadily declining for the past four months." She died
six days later, on 12 August. In a letter to Thomas Wentworth Higginson,
apparently composed on the day The Springfield Republican ran the
story, Dickinson wrote, "I was unspeakably shocked to see this in the
Morning Paper - She wrote me in Spring that she could not walk, but not
that she would die - I was sure you would know. Please say it is not so.
What a Hazard a Letter is! When I think of the Hearts it has scuttled and
sunk, I almost fear to lift my Hand to so much as a Superscription."
Shortly afterwards, she wrote to Hunt Jackson’s widow: "She said in a Note
of a few months since, ‘I am absolutely well.’ I next knew of her death."
The letter to William Jackson confirms the March-August suspension of
correspondence between Dickinson and Hunt-Jackson. For the complete smalltexts
of the letters to Higginson and Jackson, see Thomas H. Johnson, The
Letters of Emily Dickinson, 3 vols. (Cambridge, MA: The Belknap Press
of Harvard University Press, 1958), L 1007 and L 1009, respectively.
10. In The Sense of Sight (New York: Vintage,
1985), John Berger writes, "People talk of freshness of vision, of the
intensity of seeing for the first time, but the intensity of seeing for
the last time is, I believe, greater" (147). Dickinson’s late writing,
particularly her fragments, mark the edge of perception itself. This
marking accounts, perhaps, for our perception of the fragments themselves
as both infinitely distant and infinitely close.
11. See, for example, Clive Hart’s extended exploration
of flight iconography and iconology in Images of Flight (Los
Angeles, CA: University of California Press, 1988); see also Marina
Warner, The Inner Eye: Art Beyond the Visible (London: National
Touring Exhibitions, 1996).
12. I am indebted to Randall McLeod’s discussion of
imping in "Fiatflux," in Crisis in Editing: smalltexts of the
English Renaissance, ed. Randall M Leod (New York: AMS Press, Inc.,
1993); see especially 129-135.
13. Henry Vaughan, "Isaacs Marriage," II. 48-49, in
The Works, edited by L. C. Martin. 2nd ed. (Oxford: Oxford
University Press, 1957).
14. I have appropriated the phrase "terrifying tense"
from Leslie Scalapino’s "Objects in the Terrifying Tense / Longing from
Taking Place," in A Poetics of Criticism, eds. Juliana Spahr, Mark
Wallace, Kristin Prevallet and Pam Rehm (Buffalo, NY: Leave Books, 1994),
37.
15. Michel Pierssens, "Detachment," in Fragments,
166. On syncope, see Catherine Clément, Syncope: The Philosophy of
Rapture, trans. Sally O’Driscoll and Deirdre M. Mahoney (Minneapolis,
MN: University of Minnesota Press, 1994).
16. "Flight" might be a term used for the classification
of certain kinds of smalltextual materials, especially those materials
insusceptible to collection, such as a "flight of fragments." A complete
inventory of the pinned documents among Dickinson’s papers has not
been—perhaps cannot be—done.
17. Lorine Niedecker, in a letter to Cid Corman, Jan. 30,
1968, in "Between Your House and Mine": The Letters of Lorine
Niedecker to Cid Corman, 1960 to 1970, ed. Lisa Pater Faranda (Durham,
NC: Duke University Press, 1986), 149.
18. Michel Serres, Genesis, trans. Geneviève James
and James Neilson (Ann Arbor, MI: University of Michigan Press, 1995), 58.
19. Theodor Adorno, "Late Style in Beethoven,"
Raritan 13,1 (Summer 1993): 106.
20. Peter Greenaway, 149.
21. For a discussion of "random scatters," see G. V. T.
Matthews, Bird Navigation (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press,
1968), 42, 86, 107, 108, 114, 134, 140. See also Donald R. Griffin,
Bird Migration (Garden City, NY: The Natural History Press, 1964),
160-162.
22. "The proceedings of a birdsong" is a reference to
Wilhelm Raabe’s, Die Akten des Vogelsangs, qtd. in Anselm
Haverkamp, Leaves of Mourning: Holderlin’s Late Work—With an Essay on
Keats and Melancholy, trans. Vernon Chadwick (Albany, NY: State
University of New York Press, 1991), 5.
23. Ira Livingston, Arrow of Chaos: Romanticism and
Postmodernity (Minneapolis, MN: University of Minnesota Press, 1997),
vi, 16.
24. I am in the process of compiling an electronic archive of
Dickinson’s late fragments (Radical Scatters: Emily Dickinson’s Late
Fragments, Ann Arbor, MI: University of Michigan Press, forthcoming,
summer 1999). The archive will be divided into two (though never mutually
exclusive) groups: trace fragments, which appear, sometimes altered, in
other Dickinson smalltexts; and autonomous fragments, which are not linked to
other smalltexts, but which nonetheless were saved by Dickinson. The goal is to
illuminate the play of autonomy and intersmalltextuality in Dickinson’s writing
by allowing users to see how various fragments appear in, or near, more
than one document. The electronic archive will allow scholars to work with
Dickinson’s smalltexts in unedited form and draw on them in a nonlinear manner
consistent with the approach I advocated in Emily Dickinson’s Open
Folios: Scenes of Reading, Surfaces of Writing (University of Michigan,
1995), but was not able to implement, bound, as I was, by the codex
format.

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