Revisions to 100 favorite books: e.e. cummings
Barely had we posted our 100 favorite books when we began revising it: if we have to choose between a book we admire or a book we love, we pick love. This is not a completely rational list.
We forgot e.e. cummings! Whose poems lurk in our memory banks, emerging at the oddest moments.
Here’s Tom Hiddleston reading May I Feel Said He. Thank you to the lovely Hiddleston fan who posted it.
If someone has the complete works, could you send us the full and correct text of the poem that goes: “The king and queen alighting from their limousine inhabit the Hotel Meurice while I live in a garret and eat aspirine?”
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Thanks to sunflowii and richie yap for sending in the complete piece, Poem XVI “?”. The exact quote is:
why are these pipples taking their hets off?
the king & queen alighting from their limousine
inhabit the Hotel Meurice(whereas
i live in a garret and eat aspirine)
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October 18th, 2013 at 19:39
and thank you for sharing the audio! at ang cute ni Saffy naka-belat :D
October 18th, 2013 at 21:53
Aaaaaaa! e.e. cummings! Maliban sa may i feel said he, gustong-gusto ko rin ang tula # 14 sa naturang koleksyon.
Panalo naman itong si Loki. Ang saya naman! Salamat.
October 18th, 2013 at 22:48
silentfollower: At ang #35 na minemorya namin matapos itong marinig sa Hannah and Her Sisters.
Si Hiddleston at si Cumberbatch ang paborito naming taga-tula. Mas madrama si Sherlock at alam niyang maganda ang boses niya. Si Loki ay casual, parang nakikipag-usap lang.
October 19th, 2013 at 00:05
Your Grace, ang #35 ay ang pinaka-moving na tula na nabasa ko. Nakapagbigay din ako ng sulat-kamay na kopya niyan sa ilang mga kaututang-dila.
Aaaaaaa! Kailangan kong mapanood ang Hannah and Her Sisters at maghanap ng mga Khan at Loki “spoken tracks”.
October 19th, 2013 at 02:34
Is it this one?
XVI
why are these pipples taking their hets off?
the king & queen alighting from their limousine
inhabit the Hotel Meurice(whereas
i live in a garret and eat aspirine)
but who is this pale softish almost round
young man to whom headwaiters bow so?
hush—the author of Women By Night whose latest Seeds
Of Evil sold 69 carloads before
publication the girl who goes wrong you
know(whereas when i lie down i cough too
much). How did the traffic get so jammed?
bedad it is the famous doctor who inserts
monkeyglands in millionaires a cute idea n’est-ce pas?
(whereas,upon the other hand,myself)but let us next demand
wherefore yon mob
an accident?somebody got concus-
sion of the brain?—Not
a bit of it,my dears merely the prime
minister of Siam in native
costume,who
emerging from a pissoir
enters abruptly Notre Dame(whereas
de gustibus non disputandum est
my lady is tired of That sort of thing
October 19th, 2013 at 06:22
That was some poem! Takam na takam si Saffy. The voice was soothing I suddenly wished there were regular poetry readings in the city random people can attend.
I’m sure picking the favorite 100 books was a tall order. Which is why I like this line, “. . . If we have to choose between a book we admire or a book we love, we pick love.” Ah, love.