e.e. cummings

why i write in lower case…


when i started blogging, i wanted to have a “style”. i wanted to write well, but i wanted to do something a little different.

i’ve always admired the work of e.e. cummings(he’s actually my favorite poet, i bought his complete works a few years back). his orthography of not using capitalization or periods has always intrigued me. he’s quite a controversial poet who refused to back down from the subjects he wrote about.  even though he used avant-garde style, his forms were traditional in a sense. he was a master of syntax and many of his poems are actually sonnets.

Critic Edmund Wilson once commented “Mr. Cummings’s eccentric punctuation is, also, I believe, a symptom of his immaturity as an artist. It is not merely a question of an unconventional usage: unconventional punctuation may very well gain its effect… the really serious case against Mr. Cummings’s punctuation is that the results which it yields are ugly. His poems on the page are hideous.” 

to me, that means Mr. Wilson just didn’t understand. he probably didn’t want to spend the time to labor over the beautiful words and tricky word play that makes cummings so wonderful to me.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                            i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

From “i carry your heart with me(i carry it in” (1920) 
so that’s why i write in all lower case. it’s different and it’s an homage to one of my favorite poets. i do use punctuation, but only because i value the “pause”.
i’ll leave you with a few of my favorite cummings quotes.
“always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.”
“America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.”
“be of love a little more careful than of anything”

“humanity i love you because when you’re hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink”

“nothing measurable matters”

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thought i’d post a poem…


by e.e. cummings…

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enters give

whose lost is his found

leading love

whose heart is her mind)

 

supremely whole

uplifting the,

of each where all

was is to be

 

welcomes welcomes

her dreams to his face

(her face his dreams

rejoice rejoice)

 

--opens the sun:

who music wear

burst icy known

swim ignorant fire

 

(adventuring

and time’s dead which;

falling falling

both locked in each

 

down a thief by

a whore dragged goes

to meet her why

she his because

so what do you think about this poem? does it make sense to  you? does it have to? or can language just be put together?  was cummings a genius or a lunatic?  i’d love to hear your thoughts.

i love poetry…


my favorite poet is e.e. cummings.  i have his complete works and really do love the way he landscapes and sculpts his poetry. 

i love the work of W. H. Auden.  a brilliant poet who speaks beauty and truth.

and then i really love the poetry of Dylan Thomas, in particular this poem

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

i wrote about beauty the other day….


but only posted pictures of what I thought was beautiful.

that only catches a glimpse of beauty for me, so i thought i would backtrack and actually share things i find beautiful.

the first would have to be this piece of music which has captivated me since i first heard it in middle school.  It’s the Agnus Dei set to Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings.

in the same vein that i find that hauntingly beautiful, i also find this song.

i find great beauty in the words of e.e. cummings

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
wich is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

i take great pleasure in the art of Barton Damer

and of Wassily Kandinsky

Mark Rothko

and Jackson Pollock

i adore the scripts of playwrights Horton Foote, David Mamet, & Tom Stoppard

i love the cinematic mastery of Alfred Hitchcock, Quentin Tarantino and the Coen Brothers

i find beautiful the dark prose of Cormac McCarthy

“He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”

and i find amazing the wonderful words of William Shakespeare.

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends

those are a few things i find beautiful.  i always look for the beauty and the redemptive qualities in anything i view.  art is created by broken people and although it sometimes is not “family friendly” it can still hold beauty.   all art eventually points me to what is behind the beauty.  it’s not the destination, it just points me in the right direction.

i was reading some poetry


and came across some e.e. cummings quotes.

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he was an angry brilliant little man, and so i thought some things he had to say were pretty cool…

enjoy…

“Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.”

“I’m living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.”

“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.”

“America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.”

“the only slavery is service without love.”

“Nothing measurable matters.”

“Humanity I love you because when you’re hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink.”