I think about my damn Honors English teacher who shared this e.e. cummings poem:
'pity this busy monster, manunkind'
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 First of all, I hated that teacher. She made me feel stupid. She surely had her favorites and I was not one of them. But I do remember her asking the class to interpret this poem. I do recall understanding the poem at the time. I simply did not know how to put my understanding into words. The scare of the movie 2012 makes me think of this poem.
Secondly, how exactly do YOU interpret this? What is manunkind...or is Cummings referring to the turn 'humankind' has taken by all of the unrest, the injustice, the hate or indifference which has occurred in the world? This poem was written in 1944. Something to think about. Search the internet for more interpretation of this poem. A little too much for me to get into it on a Sunday night. I need to get ready for the week.
In summary for this moment's blog:
- Don't always believe your High School English interpretation of YOU.
- Watch the Trailer for 2012 and decide for yourself if it would make sense to actually occur.
- Start getting rid of all of your possessions, because if the world is coming to an end, you can't take all the stuff with you anyway.
- Love your family. Hug those who are important to you. Tell someone you love 'em.
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