ee cummings

I’ve noticed of late Lindsay and I kinda take whatever entry we last had and comment on it again. It’s kinda fun, because it’s a delayed conversation… I think we’re getting to know each other better now than when we were in school (and, unfortunately, never hung out).

Anyway, I wanted to put an ee cummings poem on the good ‘ol journal because of his uniqueness. I know I’ve talked about him before, and I love him becuase he defines what any individual wants to be – someone who’s understood by all on his own terms. You get what cummings is trying to say most of the time, but you have to think first. Anyway… here you go.

Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shops and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you


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