I 'm a symbol manipulating machine, it 's why I 'm a computer programmer and why I love to read.
Consequently, if you 're a serious Cummings fan then you 're not going to be unwilling to learn much from this review: it 's my first dip into his work, and of course I have the heady dizziness of the newly-in-love.
Carey is easy to do this with: his style is deliberately translucent ( neither opaque nor transparent) but almost every poem has some bright metaphors or clear lines that ring like crystal.I can bathe and come out dripping in sweet lines too, but my brain is attuned to symbol manipulation.
I want to know why there 's a wrong parenthesis, why there are blank lines, why this sentence makes no sense.
I find it like cryptic crosswords: I 'm not good, but I enjoy the process of teasing order from apparent disorder and discovering the concealed intent.I probably should have read Wikipedia and a bunch of Cliffs Notes to see whether I 'm " right ", but one of the few consolations of age for me is confidence: I 'm going to tell you how I approach Cummings and how I see his work.
I 'll be interested to read later and learn other approaches, but for now here 's how I see it.Cummings wants you to work on his poems: reading not a passive act, " jolly good, yes, that 's exactly what a summer 's day is like ".
Cummings soundbites are those glistening lines that shine from each poem, the ones that it you with such force that you reel back and blink, wondering " where did that come from? " Sometimes they 're startling metaphors, sometimes they 're just beautifully rhythmic statements that capture something essential.
The tory of the poem works too: that Spring happens slowly, changing things slowly as we look, not breaking anything.I like my body when it is with your body is sublimely erotic.
No favourite line, but forever making poems in the lap of death is a beauty.Nobody loses all the time is delightful, simple, accessible.
Definitely one of my favorites, the absent-minded narrator and the solid last line are great.In spite of everything seems like a sad person saying goodbye to a dead lover.
kiss the pillow, dear, where our heads lived and were.since feeling is first mixes linguistic terms ( syntax, paragraph, parenthesis) with love to contrast feeling and thinking.
It 's hard not to feel romantic reading some of his essays, and this is one of the more vocative for me.A clown 's smirk in the claw of a baboon has a great refrain: i have never loved you dear as i love you now.
Some great lines conveying the meaningless of life without the special other: i am a birdcage without any bird, a collar looking for a og, a kiss without lips; a prayer lacking any knees.If i love you has a great line: mind carefully luminous with innumerable gnomes.
( He says, hoping it 's not just him reading into the poem) " Conceive a man " ( no link, sorry) has the great line dark beginnings are his luminous ends.Love 's function is to fabricate unknownness catches the wonderful stage of love, how you 're passionately curious about the other person and how the decline of curiosity tracks the decline of love ( known being wishless; but love, all of wishing) .Death ( having lost) put on his universe is a captivating first line.
is a lon and sweet love poem, with the fabulous may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple.
The last lin: I 'd rather learn from one bird how to sing/ than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.Red rag and pink flag is a short childlike poem with the fabulous description of drunken munters: strut-mince and stink-brag/ have all come to town.
A great analog of the cryptic crossword " made you work " aspect of Cummings.
But only worth it because the raw input and the shiny lines and the clever juxtaposition are all there: I doubt many other poets could make me work and keep me happy at the same time.Now all the fingers of this tree has the line now you are and i am now and we 're a mystery which will never happen again which beautifully captures my simple awe at being alive.