tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post7004260800357516403..comments2023-11-05T01:52:12.815-07:00Comments on FRANKENSTEIN1959: Doll's boy's asleepWayne Allen Salleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199261942617339556noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-27321432282935056592014-06-10T15:25:26.860-06:002014-06-10T15:25:26.860-06:00I love this poem. To me, it is a description of th...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.Karellinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10723389982019995992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-16577135474283450152008-08-31T21:17:00.000-06:002008-08-31T21:17:00.000-06:00Sid: that's one of my favorite poems by cummings b...Sid: that's one of my favorite poems by cummings because I really don't know what exactly is going on.<BR/><BR/>Steve: let that be a lesson that you don't know what I'll be posting here! Now go buy some Nelson Algren.<BR/><BR/>hemlockman: we've talked, Ernest Estlin Cummings was a futurist, like Tony Stark, only with words, not armor.<BR/><BR/>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.Wayne Allen Salleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17199261942617339556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-27231373702774218572008-08-31T13:31:00.000-06:002008-08-31T13:31:00.000-06:00Geez, you had to do that just after I posted about...Geez, you had to do that just after I posted about my <A HREF="http://secretmountainlaboratory.blogspot.com/2008/08/cant-sleep-clown-will-eat-me.html" REL="nofollow">childhood fears</A>.<BR/><BR/>Guess I won't be getting any sleep tonight!G. W. Fergusonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14581395028002255543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-67802264829536562592008-08-31T09:11:00.000-06:002008-08-31T09:11:00.000-06:00Whenever I see someone mucking about with the rule...Whenever I see someone mucking about with the rules, I wish to nag them mercilessly, like a great harpy.<BR/><BR/>E.E. CUMMINGS. There. Just to get under his dead skin.James Robert Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17281049641681225389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-33695296864467597592008-08-31T09:02:00.000-06:002008-08-31T09:02:00.000-06:00Very surreal poem.Very surreal poem.Charles Gramlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02052592247572253641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-58190345812649141242008-08-31T06:50:00.000-06:002008-08-31T06:50:00.000-06:00I had not read that one before. Interesting piece....I had not read that one before. Interesting piece.Sidneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16284680909152676159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-37100006873361780282008-08-31T02:36:00.000-06:002008-08-31T02:36:00.000-06:00Crikey, that's creepy!!Crikey, that's creepy!!Steve Malleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17561234111786788616noreply@blogger.com