Poet Under Glass

Memory troubled Emily Dickinson throughout her life, bubbling up from limbic depths to agitate her surface world. She must have felt its disturbance keenly soon after her mother died, when she wrote, "Memory is a strange Bell – Jubilee, and Knell," reminding us that, like a mosquito in amber, a single impression can encapsulate both celebration and death.

Related Content

• Poetry in Motion
  April 21, 2011
• The Power of Restraint in the Films of The Deep Blue Sea's Terence Davies
  April 26, 2012
• Critics Claim Supreme Master Ching Hai's Followers' Restaurants Featuring Tasty Vegan Fare Front For an Exploitive Movement.
  June 2, 2011
• Mariah Carey
  February 18, 2010
• The Odd Couplets
  May 14, 2009

More About

• Emily Dickinson

Like this Story?

Sign up for the Events Newsletter: What's happening in town? From underground club nights to the biggest outdoor festivals, our top picks for the week's best events will always keep you in on the action.

Privacy Policy Cancel Continue

Glass, not amber, preserves and reveals the stories locked in Stephanie Trenchard’s “Memory is a Strange Bell” exhibit. Her trademark sand-cast glass sculptures, painted, then encased in clear glass, evoke something remembered from a dream. The details are lucid, bright, and three-dimensional, yet distorted and unreachable, separated from us by impenetrable time. Trenchard’s current show peers through this lens at Emily Dickinson’s life – appropriate for a poet who placed the world under a magnifying glass.