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I’m not a very big fan of E.E. Cummings because I don’t really care for his typographic renunciations, but I have to admit a lot of his poetry permeates a really well done ‘typographically rhythmic’ or whatever you want to call it essence (dats what i call it anyway), and I’ve always liked the following lines:
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
