Celebrating japanese new year.
Regarding "The Brain—Is Wider Than The Sky," I'm surprised you'd toss this aside as "dreary pretension." The reason why pieces like this are interesting is that they can function solely on a visual/physical level (does the air not smell like burnt wax?) while offering much more to the curious, unlike work that is either purely optical or on the other hand is nothing without its flying buttresses of artist/curator statement. Rather than memorial to the poet, I read this as the artist's analogue of the poet's solitary (and in the case of Dickinson deeply so) process. If you want to "feel" something, feel the isolation of the artist in the studio, the poet writing by candlelight poems she never thought anyone else would see.
Me, I like a little intellectual muscle with my art. Your "pretension" is my thrill of the chase...will I go read that Dickinson poem? Probably. Might I wonder exactly which poems were those written in that 366 day stretch? Yes. And I'll thank the artist for reminding me about those poems through this work. I look at it as sugar on my Cheerios. And I like it.