Tag Archives: E. E. Cummings

Composition as Problem

Several weeks ago I watched Painting, the illuminating documentary of Gerhard Richter. The film is somewhat of a wormhole, a portal, that opens up itself briefly to allow the audience to watch Richter create several paintings, to travel to his world, before closing, spitting us back out and leaving us to ponder the strange land to which […]

Always More

Last week, more than halfway through 2014—and less more-than-halfway through my 100 Poems Project (I’m only on No. 61 as of this post)—I was feeling discouraged. If writing 100 vocal works in a year is the goal, does quality go out the window? I was less than enthusiastic about the more recent works. They were sounding […]

100 Poems

Those who know my work will tell you that my fascination with the poetry of E. E. Cummings has been one of the driving forces behind my output. In 2006, I purchased a small collection of Cummings’ work and was immediately taken by both his avant-gardism and his tenderness. One poem in particular struck me […]