for him alone life's worse than worst
is better than a mere world's best
whose any twilight is his last
and every sunrise is his first
- e.e. cummings

So today in between classes I decided to kill some time in the library. While looking around the shelves I came across a book of e.e. cummings' poetry. The poem above was one of the ones that I really liked, albeit short, and one of the few I could actually find online. It is really simple, but I think I prefer his more "traditional" poems. I hesitate to say traditional because even his more straight-forward work seems to possess adventurous structures and rhyming patterns, but I guess that's the other half of the fun.

So this week I might welcome Sloche, Magma, and Peter Blegvad into my life. (gasp) What will the neighbors think? Oh well, if it gets too bad I can always even it out with some Tony Williams...

Oh yea, don't think I forgot my promise.

Here it is,

Hardcore Nudity!!!