Эммитт Ли Дикинсон. Музей его имени

                Эммитт Ли Дикинсон. Музей его имени

Эммитт Ли Дикинсон (Emmett Lee Dickinson, October 12, 1803) — американский поэт, был третьим двоюродным братом Эмили. Его стихи оказали большое влияние на её  творчество. В городе  Увозерст, Пенсильвания (Washerst, PA) находился  музей "The Emmett Lee Dickinson Museum".

Dorothy Dawe, Chairman of the Dickinson Organization of Poetry Enthusiasts:

"Emmett Lee Dickinson, Emily Dickinson's third cousin, twice removed (at her request) is perhaps America's greatest  poet.  His works greatly influenced his third cousin, Emily, as well as every American poet ever since."
Known as "the Boor of Washerst," Emmett Lee was the thirteenth of thirteen children. His father, Emery Dickinson, was an ice delivery man in Washerst (and is thought to be the inspiration for a title of a Eugene O'Neill play). His mother, Emalee Incross, was a cosmetician at the Perish & Begone Funeral Parlor, owned by brothers Eberhard and Egan Perish and Caldwell Begone.

The Dickinson family lived in the basement of the funeral parlor, and this is possibly one reason why Emmett Lee developed an intense fear of the light (heliophobia), became a recluse, and dressed almost exclusively in shades of black. His reclusiveness might also have been brought on by a sluggish liver and biliousness.

Attempting to get published

In 1833, seeking literary guidance, Emmett Lee Dickinson wrote to Tobias Hugginkhist, literary critic and editor of the Pacific Bulletin and Journal, to inquire if the PB & J would consider publishing some of his poetry. He opened his letter by stating, "You can tell by the way I fuse my talk, I'm a well versed man who rhymes a lot," and he asked if his verse, with its erratic rhythms, irregular rhymes, and unconventional syntax, was "stayin' alive?

Emmett Lee Dickinson was a prolific writer of poetry, and penned such poems as, "After  Formal Feedings, a great pain comes," "Because I could not stop for Debt," and  "There’s a certain slant of Art."

Why should we worry – why indeed?
When every day he lies
We are molested equally
By immorality.
No respite from his ignorance
That this which he’s begun
A rant of racist cries
A damned absurdity
Boggles the mind
His diatribe
         
        Emmett Lee Dickinson

                (Info from the Internet)