ee cummings: tiny essay written in a perhaps ee style...

ee cummings was born in cambridge massachusetts in 1894 though i don't think that matters much his themes are love and beauty and spring and see these things will thank god be just as wonderfully relevant in the year 200,005 or 3027 believe that i first came across cummings in high school (bad school bus memory) and retrospect that is one of the few things to redeem that whole nightmare i mean experience oh yes thank you ms emmm for the exposure to this slight man with the quirky style lower case irregular punctuation  o    d

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               hicallayouts, idiosyncratic syntax, etc. etcetc everything was fair game for his artistic tamper(ing) thankfully ee was a prolific writer and he published much work which has enriched the lives of many readers and if you've never read him i strongly recommend you do not tomorrow! right now! search yahoo search ee cummings and poems seriously you see his work has influenced both my velvety veltanshong and daily perceptionios cummings work is incredibly positive he says YES YES YES to the life process and resounding no no no no no no no no to war war and brutality some poems are blatantly scathing and i appreciate them cummings did not think highly of nationalism authoritarianism rationalism collectivism and upper class pretentious folly on any given day isn't it wonderful how a cummings poetic snippet may suddenly and unexpectedly

flitter into my mundane thoughts like a butterfly through a garden.
"thank god someone's crazy enough to give me a daisy" i remembered that just now and that's a quality of great writers their work doesn't end when you close the book's cover you know i like the bumper stickers that read what would jesus do? i'm no zealot but i think that's a useful and interesting question...to somewhat different effect a similar question could be asked regarding other situations: what would ee say? for example "yo ee what's the meaning of life?" "end's ending then these dolls of joy and grief these recent memories of future dream these perhaps who have lost their shadows if which did not do the losing spectres mime until out of merely not nothing comes only one snowflake and we speak our names"   or "hey ee what's hatred all about?" "hate blows a bubble of despair into huge world system universe and bang fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young" and "ee what's this thing called love?" "my love is building a building around you, a frail slippery house a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginning of your smile)" Okay, you get the idea. He's a wonderful writer.