Comment 5 of 27, 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
poet
Kimberly from
United States
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
poem.
siobhan from Ireland