Him – e.e. cummings + Fibonacci
“next to of course god america i
love you land of the pilgrims’ and so forth oh
say can you see by the dawn’s early my
country ’tis of centuries come and go
and are no more what of it we should worry
in very language even deafanddumb
thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry
by jingo by gee by gosh by gum
why talk of beauty what could be more beaut-
iful than these heroic happy dead
who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter
they did not stop to think they died instead
then shell the voice of liberty be mute?”
He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water
e.e. cummings
” No poet deserves praise for remaining a poet. Yet in looking back on the war years I see only one American poet who kept his humanity and his poetry, and that man is Estlin Cummings.” Alan Tate (from the back of the book 100 Selected poems e. e. cummings).
The Viaduct Theater Proudly Presents “Him” by E.E. Cummings
E. E Cummings 
“You have to admire the Viaduct for attempting this almost impossible play – which requires some 20 actors, a live band, a re-creation of carnival oddities and a constantly changing set and frame of reference.” Chicago Sun-Times: Hedy Weisscaption
The play runs till June 25.
More on Him
e. e. cummings the painter
(“He painted all day when the light was good,” said Kostelanetz, “and wrote poetry at night.”
“He actually painted more than he actually wrote,” said Sawyer-Lucanno. )
pity this busy monster, manunkind,
not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (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 trees, 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
e. e. cummings published 95 Poems in 1958 (Norton).
This was the last book of new poems published in Cummings’s lifetime.
On the number 95
Fibonaci number and this from the Math site.
Leonardo Fibonacci discovered the series which converges on phi
Fibonaci Painting by David
I know what I like (Fibonaci flash wonderful from textism)
Minimal Aubergine Fibonaci from Belgium, not mutating rather stiff
eggplants.
Fibonaci aubergine 