voices to voices,lip to lip
i swear(to noone everyone)constitutes
undying;or whatever is this and that petal confutes…
to exist being a familiar form of sleep
Communication and effects out-live us, to not recognize this is to not be awake to your own existence.
what’s beyond logic happens beneath will;
nor can these moment be translated:i say
that even after April
by God there is no excuse for May
What you can’t explain is your truth, you are who you are without any need for explanation. Not everything can be translated or understood. You can’t always explain happiness that exists out of saddness.
—bring forth your flowers and machinery: sculpture and prose
flowers guess and miss
machinery is the more accurate, yes
it delivers the goods,Heaven knows
Now to me, in this poem, flowers represent you or your essence, your emotional truth..and machinery are your actions.
Emotionality can lead you to miss, there is nothing secure or certain in the truth of the world, actions rule. A dictatorship gets things done much faster than a democracy.
(yet are we mindful,though not as yet awake,
of ourselves which shout and cling,being
for a little while which easily break
in spite of the best overseeing)
And yet when we are overtaken by the machine and allow ourselves to be ruled by the inner dictator…we ignore our true selves. We sacrifice our essence for results.
i mean that the blond absence of any program
except last and always and first to live
makes unimportant what i and you believe;
not for philosophy does this rose give a damn…
To so completely lose yourself in what you do and how you behave, your results, is to loose the most important aspect of live which is to live (to truly experience). I don’t want to over analyze, get lost in theories and refuse feeling and expression.
bring on your fireworks,which are a mixed
splendor of piston and of pistil;very well
provided an instant may be fixed
so that it will not rub,like any other pastel.
Bring for the the explosion of life, the wild feelings of reality, mix action with essence and you will not bleed into anything other than you. you will find an unwavering sense of your self and who you want to be.
(While you and i have lips and voices which
are for kissing and to sing with
who cares if some oneeyed son of a bitch
invents an instrument to measure Spring with?
While we have this physical body to experience the world with, who cares what else there is out there? Why wouldn’t i do what simply feels good regardless of the effects or what it means?
each dream nascitur,is not made…)
why then to Hell with that:the other;this,
since the thing perhaps is
to eat flowers and not be afraid.
Screw pre-determined fear, screw fear of what could be, screw over-analyzing as an excuse to try, we are here to live and experience.
Now that is my take on this piece and ultimately I think ee cummings is trying to help us understand the importance of both dreaming and doing. There is a balance, on one side you dream, you question and explore curiously, but on the other you act. You don’t just visualize the car you want, you proactively take steps to obtain it.