I am a writer and a reader. I like reading novels and poems, but also essays, tweets, articles or short stories.
One of my favourite poets is e. e. cummings. I have just read “No, thanks”. I confess it is hard to understand what the calligrammic poet means in his poems. He seems to enjoy verticality from words. Like a horseman Edward Estlin rides a verse and breaks the line onto the verse below to pick it up again afterwards or not.
I write today about cummings, among other reasons, because this one book, -“No, thanks”– shows on its backcover an original design. The message he got used to reading from publishers to his applications was exactly that: -No, thanks. There is a list of the publishing houses which refused to publish his writings. The artist outlined their names in the shape of a green cup, in the shape of a trophy.
e. e. cummings remains an obscure poet to me