Still shambling the streets of the city Nelson Algren defined, I am the Monster in a madhouse refined. Burma Shave.
Crikey, that's creepy!!
I had not read that one before. Interesting piece.
Very surreal poem.
Whenever I see someone mucking about with the rules, I wish to nag them mercilessly, like a great harpy.E.E. CUMMINGS. There. Just to get under his dead skin.
Geez, you had to do that just after I posted about my childhood fears.Guess I won't be getting any sleep tonight!
Sid: that's one of my favorite poems by cummings because I really don't know what exactly is going on.Steve: let that be a lesson that you don't know what I'll be posting here! Now go buy some Nelson Algren.hemlockman: we've talked, Ernest Estlin Cummings was a futurist, like Tony Stark, only with words, not armor.Charles: First time I read this was on an el train in winter and got the creeps, much as I got from reading GW Ferguson's link.
I love this poem. To me, it is a description of the artist, or of the artistic endeavor. cummings is the connoisseur of deep feeling: "for every mile the feet go, the heart goes nine." The rest of the poem describes the esthetic and almost other-worldly nature of the poet-artist.
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