The theme for this month's challenge over on the GPP site is muses. So, here is mine:
My muse is the poet e.e. cummings. I read his poetry almost obsessivly. And whenever I am stuck artistically, I find that he almost always gets me unstuck.
Here is one of my favorite poems by him:
"but if a living dance upon dead minds
why,it is love;but at the earliest spear
of sun perfectly should disappear
moon's utmost magic,or stones speak or one
name control more incredible splendor than
our merely universe, love's also there:
and being here imprisoned,tortured here
love everywhere exploding maims and blinds
(but surely does not forget,perish, sleep
cannot be photographed,measured;disdains
the trivial labellings of punctual brains...
-Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
from only Whom shall time no refuge keep
though all the weird worlds must be opened?) Love"
