Boo! or boo-hoo

It's that kind of a day, gray now after a bout of blue, and I've been trying to deal with technical difficulties of the computer kind since Sunday morning. Not so much fun, and I'm finding that I have little creative drive or even intellectual curiosity. Instead, I am consumed by the tasks at hand, with a mixture of incompetence, frustration, and obsession.

This leaves a lot of time for wallowing—oh woe is me, no acceptances in the mail, no mail today, but there probably wouldn't be anything other than junk anyway. Ah, kid, snap out it.

In the meantime, it's Monday, and time for another memorization poem. I admit that I struggled this week with what to suggest, and then today I was inspired by Jeanine Hall Gailey's blog to try this e.e. cummings poem.

anyone lived in a pretty how town...


anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did.


Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain


children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more


when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her


someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream


stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)


one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was


all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.


Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

—e.e. cummings