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Analysis and comments on Poem, Or Beauty Hurts Mr. Vinal by e.e. cummings

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Comment 12 of 282, added on July 10th, 2012 at 5:53 PM.


/golf clap

Adam from United States
Comment 11 of 282, added on July 9th, 2012 at 11:32 PM.

uTAlAc I really liked your article.Really looking forward to read more.

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Comment 10 of 282, added on July 9th, 2012 at 8:20 AM.

xYPLWI I appreciate you sharing this blog article.Much thanks again. Much

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Comment 9 of 282, added on March 7th, 2012 at 5:55 PM.

cSE9dW Very good blog article.Really looking forward to read more.

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Comment 8 of 282, added on March 13th, 2010 at 5:50 AM.

While Bill may have been a bit of an ass, how in the world can you defend
that gibberish wall of text that Kimberly posted. She lost me at hello.

1. The poem is not about "other retarded poets," it is a very focused
attack on one single poetry editor named Harold Vinal, and the kinds of
submissions said Harold Vinal favored in the one periodical he edited.

The point through the poem is not that consumerism is trite (thats pretty
obvious, even to most of the consumers). The point of the attack is that
the specific poems that Harold Vinal, secretary of "The Poetry Society of
America" published in one specific journal ("Voices") were trite. All of
the commercial references are there to demean Harold Vinal's journal, not
to demean consumerism itself.

2. Abraham Lincoln never owned slaves Kim, he lived most of his adult life
in a state where slavery was illegal well before the civil war, and as a
child his family was way to impoverished to own slaves. There is zero
historical evidence for your wild assertion.

3. Lydia Pinkham didn't "try" to market anything, she was a famous
abolitionist and feminist who very successfully marketed an herbal remedy
for the relief of menstrual symptoms. Her company stayed profitable for
many years after she died. Modern studies of her ingredients have had been
varied and inconclusive, but she still to this day has not been fully
discredited, and her elixir was still a popular treatment for menstrual
symptoms at the time the poem was written.

4. Your wall of text is full of bizzare statements, but that is about as
much as I can arse myself to adress.

Shane from United States
Comment 7 of 282, added on March 25th, 2009 at 8:14 AM.

firstly i agree with kimberly about what the poem means, why do people have
to turn these forums into arguments and petty insults? it is people like
you, bill, that cummings is referring to - the ones who conform, with no
originality and thinkin their shit smells of perfume - so maybe you should
analyse the poem properly yourself before you say anything on forums about
it or insulting those who have a true passion and understanding of the

siobhan from Ireland
Comment 6 of 282, added on April 19th, 2007 at 8:56 PM.

Your attitude suggests that you're as heavy as that paragraph, Kimberly.

After cutting your calorie intake to around 400/day for a few weeks, learn
how to analyze poetry before you make the mistake of rambling on about

Some girls look good in Abercrombie, you'd probably look better in a circus

poetry is divine, you dunce, modernism redefines divine

Bill from Australia
Comment 5 of 282, added on February 16th, 2006 at 10:46 AM.

This is a poem that probably came about because other retarded poets were
making fun or looking down on cummings. He is basically saying-- you guys
produce shit-- and the only reason why you think you are good is because
you are recognized by a people that are idiot boxes (my country tis of you-
land of the cluett shirt, boston garder, and spearmint girl with the
wrigley eyes of you land of the arrrow ide and earl and wilson collars, of
you I sing(brand names))In other words here he is saying yes america is a
bunch of people who have lost themselves in the depths of a county stuck on
capitalism, now only caring for artificial things that are retarded-- a
shirt cannot represent who you are. (ps- goth is a mindset- not fucking
wearing black)Our country has always been off (land of abraham lincoln and
lidia e minkim- land above all of just add hot water and serve from every
bvd(underwear company) let freedom ring) Abraham Lincoln was a president
that advocated intergration and the stop of slavery, but had 200 some
slaves of his own-- when he died, he did not set them free. lidia e pinkem
is a lady that tried to market this amazing diet to the public- and a lot
did try it-- but the diet was just so absurd that it shows how guliable
america is.-the add hot water and serve comment- he is trying to say that
we are so artifical we only care about clothes and status blah-- that's
right you abercromies out there!Then he mocks us with the let freedom
ring---because perhaps we are not free- our world if flawed into a common
thinking--think outside the box.So that was basically a litte intro to tell
us that america is shiste. Then he starts to talk about the poets that
corrupt us or perhaps goes along with this thinking-and think their shit
does not stink * I do however protest anent the unspontaneous and otherwise
scented merde(frech for shit)which greets one everywhere why as divine
poesy (poetry)per that and this radically defunct periodical (again- time
sucks)- he is saying that poetry thought of as divine is crap. then he
starts telling other poets what they do wrong-- I would suggest that
certain ideas gestures rhymes like gilette razor blades haveing been used
and reused to the mystical moment of dullness is not to be resharpened.*He
says- knock off all the stupid rhyming and the common themes that are so
repiticous THEY ARE CRAP-and are simply the same poems-- these crepuslcular
violinist among my and your skyscapers were just too lovely-- saying that
poets think they are creating art:beautiful music/ great things in
magnitude with their poems but it is CREPULSCULAR-dreadful as sin. He then
goes into a poem that is marvelled,(the snail on the thorn enter the morn
and god's in his and soforth-do you get it. He is saying come on america
how can you like this it is so dull-- who cares what they write it is all
the same.(DO YOU GET ME)For awhile he continues to mock by comparing the
world and its poets to crappy commerials (turn your shittales into drawers
and if it isnt an eastman it int a kodak-- think evil car
salesman---)Halelujah-- for shit-- yes you are right poets your creations
are masterpieces(mock mock..mock)-therefore let us sing each and all
fortissimo america i love you- carcasm-here his blood is boiling with wrath
of the fake america--- yah, it pisses me off too e.e- i feel ya homie G.
Oh, and about the Cleopatra and Helen thing-- they were woman that it seems
to me went through hardships- cleopatra killed herself because of Marka,
and either he is saying how can you make this shit romantic-doh- it is not,
or he is saying that we are doing the same old stuff- nothing has changed
in writing-and our writings are slow in progression of getting any better
just as ancient as cleopatra (kinda hard to understand-- i love it all the
same).THEN MY FAV PART- He actually describes other poets writing as
pooping. i can picture it im my head as the poet writes- he poops-- ee
describes it very graphically__there's a reason america who tensetended and
with upward vacant eyes painfully, perpetually crouchedapon the sternly
alloted sandpile- ( bent over sand pile like a cat in kitty litter)--ha ha
poets you are like stupid animals *Yah!- for pic in head of fancy smancy
poets with nice jackets holding their trophies and ideas in their heads of
greatness pooping in a litter box.)How silently- emit a tiny violet
flavored nusiance- odor oh no (of course their shit does not stink- they
are far too superior)- they actually shit and the poets are so devine that
it comes out as toothpaste, and goes on a toothbrush-- keep brushing shitty
poets-- You rock my socks e.e. damn you are billiant-- way to be so very
clever as to insult other poets that think that nothing goes by they for
they are far superior, and write the poem so they cant understand it.--
sorry I got so very wrapped up this poem- my passion reflects that of the

Kimberly from United States
Comment 4 of 282, added on August 27th, 2005 at 6:05 PM.

This poem is all about how the media and popular culture affect the way we,
as americans think. The commericials and jingles hinder our comprehension
of the world around us. They try to tell us how to dress, what to buy, what
"the look" is, but when we conform to that, we become clones of each other
and lose our individuality. I love this poem because it rings so true.

Kristen from United States
Comment 3 of 282, added on December 10th, 2004 at 12:25 PM.

This poem is all about the rampant consumerism in the Twenties -- but still
rings completely true today. I love how he puts his comments in paranthesis
-- like backhanded asides or simply commentary that would not have been
"accepted" outside of the parenthesis, in the rest of the poem. Whenever I
read this poem I think of "Got Milk?" and "Where's the Beef?" And ending
it all with a toothpaste commercial. Brillant.

J from United States

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