Having been battered about by many of the posts of the past two days, I sought refuge at the ocean. But I must say Elizabeth's clear articulation of what e.e.c. is doing in his poems will send me back to someone I mistakenly had dismissed as a passing fancy. --Bruce -----Elizabeth writes: >> >> I have never been able to >>explain my love for ee cummings before this moment, but I believe in the >>context of this conversation, I can. Old edward estlin, by manipulating >>language in such a way that shifts focus from denotative meaning to >>connotative, operates on a level beyond the established symbols I rely on. >>His work somehow seems to break up the structure in which these symbols >>exist, and in the process break lose the experience. Once it happens, then >>I develop a new connotative meaning for whatever words he has used, and the >>experience can't be duplicated with the same peice of poetry, but his work >>is so dense, and there is so much of it, that I come across that same >>experience again and again. I have no idea if that makes sense to anyone >>or not, and I hope to God that by attempting to explain it now I haven't >>removed the possibility of it happening again. I truly beleive that there >>is feeling outside of language, but as adults, we experience it very >>infrequently. >>