pity this busy monster,manunkind,
not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victime(death and life safely beyond)
plays with the bigness of his littleness
--electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange;lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
is not a world of born-pity poor flesh
and tress,poor stars and stones,but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical
ultraomnipotence. We doctors know
a hopeless case if-listen;there's a hell
of a good universe next door;let's go
-e.e. cummings
'plays with the bigness of his littleness' is going to be my phrase for the week.
6.9.08
Some Things Always Make Me Feel Better
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6 comments:
Sounds like a euphamism for masturbation.
Then again, I never was much of an e.e. f.a.n. I coulde never get past his overuse of punct. uation and addinge "e" to the ende of everythinge; plus he had no caps key on his typewritere.
Thanks for posting that. Still relevant.
and because I am am like this:
"and tress,poor stars and stones'
sorry.
Hey, you ok? You has disappeared!
Kristina sighting at the Stop today! Will the blog be resurrected?
...edited for spelling...
Are you ever coming back to us? I promise never to say "masturbation" in your comments section again.
Where for art thou, GFK?
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