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“On The Radio,” by Regina Spektor
It’s been too long since Ive posted any Regina!
I’m officially in mourning, because Maurice Sendak passed away today. I’ll probably be posting tons ofWhere the Wild Things Arepictures as a woefully inadequate attempt to commemorate this great writer/illustrator. And of course, let’s not forget his many other literary/artistic contributions— take a moment to look them up!
There’s a short article about Sendak’s life and work, as well as his recent decline in health, here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/05/08/maurice-sendak-dead_n_1499243.html?icid=maing-grid7%7Cmain5%7Cdl1%7Csec1_lnk3%26pLid%3D158696
I’m writing a paper on e e cummings (again).
It sort of kills me to be capitalizing his name in my paper, because I am one of those who prefers to keep his name the way he kept his poems: free and loosely structured (though cummings was quite the master of classical poetic forms).
Anyway, in my research I found a particular poem that I wanted to share; it’s one of the many cummings works that make me swoon:
dying is fine)but Death
?o
baby
i
wouldn’t like
Death if Death
were
good:for
when(instead of stopping to think)you
begin to feel it,dying
’s miraculous
why?be
cause dying is
perfectly natural;perfectly
putting
it mildly lively(but
Death
is strictly
scientigic
& artificial &
evil & legal)
we thank thee
god
almighty for dying
(forgive us,o life!the sin of Death
A informational chart about how to make one of my favourite things… Coffee.
