Poem of the Week

the multitalented keith zackowitz presents ee cummings' "pity this busy monster, manunkind". enjoy!




pity this busy monster, manunkind

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 razor
bladeinto a mountain
range; 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



"Mystery of the Universe"
by Rassouli
http://www.rassouli.com/fauvism.htm