Fickle Food
Since I’m sure someone will ask, here’s the set of lines that provided the name for this blog. It seemed like as good a name as any. Stay tuned for whatever posts my fickle mind comes up with.
Fame is a fickle food (1659) – 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.
-E. Dickinson








