Fame is a fickled food (1659)
by Emily Dickinson
Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
the second time is set.
Whose crumbs the crows inspect
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the Farmer's Corn -
Men eat of it and die.
After more than three centuries, you'd think that society would revolve upon something other than the famous, the beautiful, the glamourous. Emily Dickinson, the author, stated simply that fame is a one-way street. First impressions are essentially the only impressions. And the people, us!, we are poisoned by the famous. Turn on the TV, those diet pill commercials? Thank the famous. Hollywood has stereotyped beautiful as tall, thin, and wealthy. Society has stereotyped beautiful as Hollywood. Take a look at the increasing eating disorder statistics, [i won't eat today, i want to be beautiful.] Those are the effects of the famous, in general. It makes me nervous to think that as a whole, people's interests haven't much changed between the years Emily Dickinson first wrote this poem and the moment I first read it.
[is that what i was supposed to write about?]
SARAH.
GIRL.
SEVENTEEN.
SENIOR.
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