Rather than feel ridiculous and un-horsed, I’d prefer to “feel” (in public at least) as “tested” and perhaps “tried.” Hence the henceforth herewith. (Something like that, anyway).
I am so far behind with work, not only with blogging, as a result of the cratering of my two computers, that I’m having the off the wall fantasy that if I just sit still like a dead rock maybe it will all stop its whining – whirling. And maybe go away.
Fact is (and haha this takes guts to admit) the world will not come to an end if I don’t meet deadlines. I might but the blessed world will continue to spin.
So back to writing “deathless prose” and cut to the bone criticism and back here soon and as fast as I can levitate.
Meantime, appropriately, consider this, as it puts it all in rather dreary, ghastly perspective (Good God, forefend! I’m not there YET, Don’t bury me next to my ain true love just yet, dammit, just keep these computers chuggin’): Anyway, were I truly tragic–and if this prelude were anything more than pure baloney–this magnificent poem will save the day–
anyone lived in a pretty how town
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his did Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed(but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved him more by more when by now and tree by leaf she laughed his joy she cried his grief bird by snow and stir by still anyone’s any was all to her someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then)they said their nevers they slept their dream stars rain sun moon (and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells down) one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes. Women and men(both dong and ding) summer autumn winter spring reaped their sowing and went their came sun moon stars rain
The Poetry Foundation on cummings:
“Among the most innovative of twentieth-century poets,” according to Jenny Penberthy in the Dictionary of Literary Biography, E. E. Cummings experimented with poetic form and language to create a distinct personal style. A Cummings poem is spare and precise, employing a few key words eccentrically placed on the page. Some of these words were invented by Cummings, often by combining two common words into a new synthesis. He also revised grammatical and linguistic rules to suit his own purposes, using such words as “if,” “am,” and “because” as nouns, for example, or assigning his own private meanings to words. Despite their nontraditional form, Cummings’ poems came to be popular with many readers.
“No one else,” Randall Jarrell claimed in his The Third Book of Criticism, “has ever made avant-garde, experimental poems so attractive to the general and the special reader.”
Read the rest here! http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/e-e-cummings