Sunset Shuts My Question Down

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Sunset Shuts My Question Down is written by Todd Van Buskirk and published by . It's available with International Standard Book Number or ISBN identification 1466349697 (ISBN 10) and 9781466349698 (ISBN 13).

Todd Van Buskirk's latest appropriation novel is mined from his own work, a research paper written in 2005 on Emily Dickinson's "Further in Summer than the Birds." The original paper can be read in his novel "Research Paper" also available on Amazon. Van Buskirk took his research paper and expanded and remixed it with the famous Markov Text Synthesizer. The results are a profound inquiry on the nature of art vs. life, and the relationship of the poet and nature. We do not have much biographical information on Emily's life between 1865 and 1874. Mysteriously, this retreat into "near silence" was preceded by an "enormous poetic output" of about 850 poems written between 1861-65. After 1865 she wasn't writing many letters, but there are a few letters and enough poetry to tantalize out curiosity. These were the years of Emily's life arrived on June 14, 1884, when she suffered the first the river in the poetic idea, and the poet's use of religious vocabulary as a human being, cannot see it. Consequently, the 'grace' that flows from such a mass becomes only a 'pensive custom' and not a symbol of the church. She cannot assist at this mass. She is cut off from nature...and her 'loneliness' is the "oldest and most important chant sung by the choir during the Proper of the church. She cannot assist at this mass. She is cut off from nature...and her 'loneliness' is the "oldest and most important chant sung by the complementary ambiguities of the late summer day and the poet's sense of estrangement, but also the sanctuary lamp, the votive lights, and the poet's sense of estrangement, but also the sanctuary lamp, the votive lights, and the discrimination of a more complex reaction to nature by the walls and hedges of home. That, she felt, was a vast morsel. A circus passed the house still I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. If I feel the red in my mind through the drums are out.