Difference between revisions of "Edward Estlin Cummings, Pity This Busy Monster, Manunkind (1944)"

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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. "pity this busy monster, manunkind [1944]." Poems 1923-1954. First Complete Edition. New York: Harcourt, Brace & World, 1968. 397.

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 ==Text==
+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
 ==Critical Edition==
+e.e. cummings. "pity this busy monster, manunkind [1944]." ''Poems 1923-1954. First Complete Edition''. New York: Harcourt, Brace & World, 1968. 397.
 ==Further Reading==