The weight of a violet

out of the lie of no rises a truth of yes (only herself and who illimitably is) making fools understand (like wintry me) that not all matterings of mind equal one violet (E. E. Cummings)

This post is in no way a finished statement, more maybe a place where I can collect stuff. I'm still looking for an illustration I made in 84 for my favourite poem: o by the by ~ and will add to it when I do. (maybe do another one).


There is one poet who "makes it" for me
e.e. cummings.
I feel that he has been part of the inspiration in most creative writing post 1950.
including people like Kerouac, Ginsberg, Kesey and Dylan. Then through a load of pop stuff.

I remember reading Woody Guthrie's auto biography and realizing that he was expressing himself through this mode of "diction" - in fact, this applies to me.

In my past,from time to time, I have settled on various poems, drawn from some and certainly dwelt there for periods of time, not just for the duration of the event.

http://hellopoetry.com/e-e-cummings/

A politician is an arse which everyone has sat except for a man.

The amount of spin and just general bullshit (which I feel I see right through) coming out of a lot of politicians at the moment * * * * in an angry moment drew me back to this one liner. (I'm not sure if I have the exact words here)

When I was about fourteen, I remember my father reading this poem to me, I made this little piece during my MA, about 14 years ago with the help of a little man made by Michelle Johnson. The script in the background describes British Imperialism and how we acquired and accessed various "territories" around the globe.
As yet, I cant find a copy of this poem, I didn't realise how many the man had written!

dem doidy liddl yella bastuds weer gonna sivilizum.

My favourite poem of all time perhaps.
I have drawn this, but the picture is 150 miles away and I cant post nit at present.

Spring Is Like A Perhaps Hand

Spring is like a perhaps hand

(which comes carefully

out of Nowhere)arranging

a window,into which people look(while

people stare

arranging and changing placing

carefully there a strange

thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps

Hand in a window

(carefully to

and from moving New and

Old things,while

people stare carefully

moving a perhaps

fraction of flower here placing

an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

Sam Was a Man (Rain or Hail) 

rain or hail

sam done

the best he kin

till they digged his hole

:sam was a man

stout as a bridge

rugged as a bear

slickern a weazel

how be you

(sun or snow)

gone into what

like all them kings

you read about

and on him sings

a whippoorwill;

heart was big

as the world aint square

with room for the devil

and his angels too

yes,sir

what may be better

or what may be worse

and what may be clover

clover clover

(nobody’ll know)

sam was a man

grinned his grin

done his chores

laid him down.

Sleep well 

As a bed rock of art out put - I return to Achilles Shield from time to time. I am beginning to feel I could do this with e.e. cummings.