Monday, June 20, 2011

♥ today you are you, that is truer than true. there is no one alive who is youer than you.

so far as i am concerned, poetry and every other art was and is and forever will 
be strictly and distinctly a question of individuality...  poetry is being, not doing.
if you wish to follow, even at a distance, the poet's calling (and here, as always, 
i speak from my own totally biased and entirely personal point of view) 
you've got to come out of the measurable doing universe into the
 immeasurable house of being... nobody else can be alive for you; 
nor can you be alive for anybody else. 

toms can be dicks,
 and dicks can be harrys,
 but none of them can ever be you. 

there's the artist's responsibility; and the most awful responsibility on earth.
 if you can take it, take it, and be. if you can't, cheer up and go about 
other people's business; and do (or undo) until you drop. 

ee cummings, nonlectures at harvard 1952-53.

2 ♥ love notes.:

  1. I'm a newbie here, this is the cutest thing ever! (following).

  2. guess who i got a letter from over the weekend?! thank you! and thank you for the bracelet, it's beautiful.


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