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Reconsidering E.E. Cummings.

by Jason Guriel

Young people encounter many temptations on their way to adulthood: vampires, Atlas Shrugged, Pink Floyd, the acoustic guitar. Of course, such stuff, designed to indulge one’s sense of oneself as a unique individual, must eventually be repudiated. It’s not easy, growing up.

But I had no trouble saying no to the relentlessly quirky E.E. 
Cummings. Thank the high school teacher who required me to get Cummings’s “anyone lived in a pretty how town” by heart. I labored over the poem for an afternoon, recited it to the wall, gave up. What was at stake if I misremembered the order of words like “up so floating many bells down?” Does it really matter it’s not “up so many floating bells down?” Would Cummings himself have applauded the mistake as a heartening sign of a maverick mind at play?

The poetry, I concluded, wasn’t just sub-Seuss; it was tantamount to a teaching tool of the most condescending kind: the last resort. (No, really, poetry is crazy fun was the point one was meant to 
internalize.) Cummings seemed to have been invented to convert that stubborn student the syllabus has failed to win over to verse — or, at least, to reacquaint the kid with his inner child, the id whose 
appetite for nonsense and nursery rhymes has been socialized away. When it came to Cummings (or unstructured playtime) resistance was supposed to be futile.

Randall Jarrell nearly said as much when he noted that “no one else has ever made avant-garde, experimental poems so attractive both to the general and the special reader.” He should’ve said that “no one else has ever made a formula for avant-garde, experimental poems so attractive to people who don’t actually read poetry but would like to think they can write it.” Even today, it’s enough to reject an institution or two — capitalism, grammatical English — to be mistaken for an innovator. Rebel, misspell, repeat:

       e  o
legthelessne sssuc kedt oward

)roUnd ingrOundIngly rouNdar(round)ounDing

— From No Thanks, Section Two

The message Cummings communicates here — and which langpo
types and concrete poets continue to internalize — is remarkably 
unambiguous: words are toy blocks, and poems, child’s play. No one else has made making it new look so easy.

But Cummings’s poems themselves were only superficially “new.” Beneath the tattoo-thin signifiers of edginess — those lowercase i’s, those words run together —  flutters the heart of a romantic. (Is there a correlation between typographically arresting poetry and emotional arrestedness?) He fancies himself an individual among masses, finds the church ladies have “furnished souls,” opposes war. He’s far more self-righteous, this romantic, than any soldier or gossip — and far deadlier: he’s a teenager armed with a journal.

Recording his thoughts about sex or the female body, however, Cummings’s speaker is less a teenager than a child trapped in a man’s body, which is to say a man-child: a boob blinking at a pair of  breasts. In poem after poem, he can’t help but notice such curiosities as “sticking out breasts” and “uttering tits” and “bragging breasts” and “ugly nipples squirming in pretty wrath” and breasts that are “firmlysquirmy with a slight jounce” and “wise breasts half-grown.” (Hands off, ladies! He’s spoken for.) And when he shifts his attention to other parts of the beloved — and, worse, gropes for only the weirdest words to describe them — the boob makes an ass of himself:

              i bite on the eyes’ brittle crust
(only feeling the belly’s merry thrust
Boost my huge passion like a business

and the Y her legs panting as they press

proffers its omelet of fluffy lust)

How does one excuse such lines? Is it that you can’t write a poem without breaking some eggs? That you can’t make it new without making a mess?

boys w!ll be boyss, i guess....

Originally Published: January 2, 2013


On January 5, 2013 at 7:16pm Bob Grumman wrote:
Excellent example of the antipathy to poetry that does
things not widely done fifty or more years ago, as the
poetry of Cummings still does (at its best, which Guriel
makes sure not to quote, probably because incapable of
recognizing it) that POETRY has done more than any other
American publication to promote for twenty years or more.

On January 13, 2013 at 7:21pm Jim Powell wrote:
At his best Cummings is often a satirist, and evidently his satires are still
too hot to handle for the likes of Jason Guriel. Instead of his flaccid
selections, try "Poem, Or Beauty Hurts Mr. Vinyl," "i sing of Olaf", "flotsam
and jetsam," "the Noster was a ship of swant," "as freedom is a
breakfastfood," "my father moved through dooms of love," "plato told",
"pity this busy monster," and numerous others.

On January 15, 2013 at 10:12am Mark Dunn wrote:
A salient line from "anyone lives in a pretty how town": "...and down they forgot as up they grew..."

On January 15, 2013 at 10:45am Christopher Amati wrote:
Another nobody notches his belt with an easy, log-dead target. Horsesh+t. Cummings bucked trends and critics eighty years ago and, long-dead, must continue. He didnt write painfully self-absorbed writers-workshop poetry so he can't be any good. No wonder no one reads poetry any more.

On January 15, 2013 at 3:02pm Thomas DeFreitas wrote:
I agree with the comments above. Cummings' work speaks for
itself, stands for itself, and survives. Mr Guriel's
snark seems a small and feeble thing compared to the
quietly luminous splendor of EEC at his best.

On January 21, 2013 at 5:54pm Byron Branham wrote:

On January 24, 2013 at 6:41am Baltimore Poet wrote:
This essay, rather than criticizing cummings' work as could be done, brings up to my mind the curious case of POETRY magazine and foundation and what, is it, they are doing?

When POETRY got its donation a few years back, the foundation president sent out a letter bemoaning poetry's detachment from the mainstream culture. However the magazine itself favors academic poets and more increasingly the disjunctive / language poetry movement. It just seems a disconnect, taste aside. Likewise here, POETRY claims to be promoting poetry and then supports a section of essays called "antagonisms." Why the hostility?

Now, this might have been an interesting idea if these essays had something to say. I mean, if I imagined myself T.S. Eliot, and in fact replaced his capacious mind with maybe just his conclusions about literature, I could say something like: e.e. cummings, an innovator no doubt, fails to articulate the broad cultural center of culture that is the work of our greatest poets ("What Is a Classic?" T.S. Eliot). Now, I don't even agree with that statement. Maybe ironically, "does anyone live in a pretty how town" does that classic work. Maybe, likely, Eliot himself would agree. I am just presenting a 'sample argument'. However instead of argument and idea, POETRY present this dashed off essay and also the dashed off essay on Dylan Thomas. (I've read only these two). These essays say nothing to readers of experience. They may be useful for fourteen year olds.

Sorry for the long-winded comment, but it all reminds me of my undergraduate years as an English major (at first). I was stunned by how little many other English majors had read. For me, English was a passion. It still is. For most others, they read what was assigned in high school and college. These essays at POETRY feel (but maybe not are) written by the latter types. POETRY should promote passion and real criticism. For criticism, see essays by T.S. Eliot, George Orwell, Seamus Heaney, Joseph Brodsky, Adrienne Rich (bless you), Louise Gluck's one book, and Robert Pinksy . . . to name a few. . . .

In the long run, it is better to be positive than to be here online with raised eyebrows and gnashed teeth. So....

On January 25, 2013 at 2:32pm Paul J. Marasa wrote:
Look: of course cummings can make one's eyes roll, but I'll admit that every once in a while I'm in the mood for a fluffy lust omelet.

(And seriously, how are cummings' cockeyed conceits any more groan-worthy than Donne's fleas n compasses? Just stand back and let 'em all be.)

On January 27, 2013 at 1:55am Glenn Beaver wrote:
I enjoyed Mr Guriel's piece, thought he presented some of e.e. cummings' work nicely. Perhaps I'm of a simpler mind, but wordplay is art to me. So too are some pictures painted with words yummy.

On January 28, 2013 at 10:56am Matthew Tippett wrote:
Refreshing yes, the way he can, awaken emotion still. My
love of letters stands to many echoes from the past. The
lack of self in expressing one's self rarely is completed
without evidence, save the imagists.

On January 28, 2013 at 11:59pm Kristie Dutra wrote:
"He should’ve said that 'no one else has ever made a formula for
avant-garde, experimental poems so attractive to people who don’t
actually read poetry but would like to think they can write it.' Even
today, it’s enough to reject an institution or two — capitalism,
grammatical English — to be mistaken for an innovator."

I want to focus on this part of the essay because it seems this is the
crux of the issue for Guriel. If he's bitter, the reason for his bitterness
can be boiled down to this paragraph. If he does fly off the handle
with that bitterness in other parts of the essay, that's still no reason to
discount the heart of the observation. Perhaps Guriel's distaste for
cummings has nothing to do with cummings's poetry itself. I can
make a guess based on my own experiences with high school and
intro poetry classes.

Too often, rebels like cummings ARE used as a lure to get people
interested in poetry. The problem is that a writer cannot hope to
make great rule-breaking poetry unless s/he understands (and uses,
and manipulates) the conventional rules first. Personally, I also find it
annoying when new writers copy cummings's tactics and tout their
own unoriginal misspellings as groundbreaking poetry.

I think Guriel's opinion of cummings is clouded by his distaste for the
hubris of inexperienced, would-be writers. It's an embarrassing
phase, but a lot of us go through it (though not Guriel, apparently!).
Let cummings's work stand on its own, unaffected by our disdain for
the way teenagers tend to hijack it before they know any better.

On February 4, 2013 at 5:09pm Ambrose Rose wrote:
"Even today, it’s enough to reject an institution or two — capitalism, grammatical English — to be mistaken for an innovator." In Ange Mlinko’s essay on Elizabeth Bishop, her "friend" says, "A common enemy doesn’t always make one friends." Not always, perhaps, but often enough.

On May 22, 2013 at 1:56am Samara wrote:
Wow thank you for this.

I literally laughed out loud/ groaned at the ending.
Absolutely priceless.

On June 25, 2013 at 10:05pm Chris wrote:
I find the title of this piece rather misleading. There seems to be no mention whatsoever of Dr. Theodor Seuss Geisel, only impotent complaints about a dead poet. If I stretch my own feeble imagination, I can suspect that Mr. Guriel intended to draw a parallel between Dr. Seuss's varied and pleasant wordplay with Mr. Cummings's unusual craft. However, I find that Mr. Guriel attempts to insult not one but both of these accomplished writers, and so I must admit I am disappointed in the article.

On September 11, 2013 at 8:51pm AR wrote:
Baltimore Poet,

Is it good to love poetry?

Or to love good poetry?

Or to love the good in poetry?

If it's good to love poetry simply, then there ought to
be no antagonisms toward any who press pen to paper or
finger to keyboard.

If it's good to love good poetry (or good poets) then
the more antagonisms we have the more discerning we will
be known to be.

But if we love the good in poetry then we will find both
faults and virtues, and that very often Emperor Cummings
as well as Emperor Pound and others are regrettably
naked. Of course, by the same token we'll be delighted
to discover any ornament or scrap of coverage they may
happen to have about their persons.

Me for the last.

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Jason Guriel is a poet and critic whose work has appeared in such influential publications as Poetry, Slate, Reader's Digest, The Walrus, Parnassus, Canadian Notes & Queries, The New Criterion, and PN Review. His poetry has been anthologized in The Best Canadian Poetry in English, and in 2007, he was the first Canadian to receive the Frederick Bock Prize from Poetry magazine. He won Poetry's Editors Prize for Book Reviewing in . . .

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