Friday, April 20, 2012
today, (i pulled out my e.e.)
Lately I've been devouring dystopian novels. One day soon I'll give you the run-down. But tonight I just wanted to smile about an unexpected by-product. In most of the fictional societies I've been living in this month, writing and music are heavily censored. Living in their world renewed an old love for me. Poetry was reborn. In a hushed, magical way. The beauty of a string of words, the draping of a phrase. Words resurge, more than words. I pulled my e.e. cummings from its shelf, opened to my favorite page and drank it up.