love is thicker than forget
By Brenda Tremblay ~ Posted Fri, 02/29/2008 - 11:39am
Life is so random.
Poet E. E. Cummings goes to Harvard. Makes friends with guy from Rochester, New York. Cummings paints a whole bunch of paintings and gives them to friend.
Cummings dies. Friend dies. 70+ drawings and paintings wind up at local college in 1978. Nobody knows what to do with them. They sit around in a closet (about half a mile from my house) for about 30 years.
That's where my story picks up. The paintings were recently re-discovered, and it's a big enough deal that NPR will air my short report on Weekend Edition Sunday. They're working on a cool web component, too, that should be up this weekend. Locally, hear it at 9:40ish a.m. Sunday morning on AM 1370.
So, you be the judge. Which is better: Cummings's poem or painting?
it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive
it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky