Yesterday was e.e. cumming’s birthday. For years I have used him as an example of a poet who captured images in staccato, some of them reached into me and described perfectly what, mostly, my young self was thinking. i carry your heart is one I have never lost connection with. This blog post from Jama’s Alphabet Soup is a refreshing exploration that includes research that appeals to me, (the lady who likes to research.) happy birthday, cummings!
“It takes courage to grow up and be who you really are.” ~ E.E. Cummings (1894-1962)
It’s his fault I sign my name in lower case. Ever since I first encountered his “little lame balloon man” in high school, Cummings has remained one of my top five favorite poets of all time.
I find it interesting that while he loved to experiment wildly with form, diction and syntax, his subjects were pretty traditional — nature (especially Spring), childhood, and love. He was such a great champion of individuality, someone who believed poetry was a process rather than a product, and since he was also a painter, it makes perfect sense that he created poems as visual objects on the page. How could I not love such an out and out lyricist who toyed with typography? A playful innovator with a joyous childlike perception, Cummings infused his poetry with his own…
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