It troubled me as once I was
For I once was a child
Concluding how an atom fell
And yet the heavens held
....
Life set me larger problems 
Some I shall keep to solve
...
This
was my introduction to Emily Dickinson. I was glancing  through my
chemistry textbook in my second year of undergraduate  studies, and I
came across this (a version of the poem above, I am  reciting what I
remember of it).  I believe it was love at first sight: I  paused and
read it, and I have not been able to forget it, well, the  jest of it.
She
was at the forefront of American poetry (second  half of 19th century);
some believe she had the most influence on what  was to become an
American style of poetry. 
She had volumes of poems on subjects
such as death, love, sex,  nature,... How many of her poems do you think
got published in her life  time? Wrong! Only ten or twelve.  Imagine
how that stands up to today's  standards of "you have to market
yourself, give thousands of talks, talk  shows, interviews, etc., etc."
 
She never bothered with any of these; in fact, she deliberately closed the door to the world to devote herself entirely to her art.
And it makes me think of this  desperate need that broods over this age
to get fast, widespread  attention, recognition, and sales. Why do you
think that is? Here is  this woman who devoted her life to her art and
set the foundation for a  whole new style of poetry in a huge nation,
and she didn't care for  exposure or getting published, not to mention
making money.  She did what she thought she should do,  what she wanted
to do.  How do we view her today with our standards? A loser?    
Today,
we feel this urge to express or  broadcast the simplest things we do:
take a look at facebook messages: X  is reading this, Y is going to such
movie, Z is bored, W is having a  huge hamburger ...  Nothing must be
missed, everything has to be  recorded, viewed even if by a few
strangers. Why?
Much Madness is the divinest Sense - 
To a discerning Eye-
....
Assent - and you are sane-
Demure - you're straightway dangerous-
And handled with a Chain-
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