I’m not an expert on poetry — I’ve always said that — but I trust that my amateur enthusiasm will make up for my lack of authority. That’s what blogging is all about, isn’t it?
I have a healthy scorn for most modern poetic output, and I choose to focus on poetry of the more traditional kind.
I read a review of a new biography about E.E.Cummings, and this point intrigued me:
“Though still that oxymoron, a popular poet, Cummings is, more than five decades after his death in 1962, at 67, disdained my academe.”
My only prior exposure to Cummings was when Stephen Colbert recited a poem of his during an interview.
Now I have two reasons to check out e.e. cummings.