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E. E. Cummings

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What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way.

 
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My theory of technique, if I have one, is very far from original; nor is it complicated. I can express it in fifteen words, by quoting The Eternal Question And Immortal Answer of burlesk, viz. "Would you hit a woman with a child?— No, I'd hit her with a brick." Like the burlesk comedian, I am abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement.

 
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Why do you weep on the day He's born?
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I died to live just for the Son
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Could we forbear dispute, and practice love,
We should agree as angels do above.
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No entrance there, hut virtues stay behind:
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Brod’s life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. Table, ivory elephant charm, rainbow, onion, hairdo,mollusk, Shabbos, violence, cuticle, melodrama, ditch, honey, doily … None of it moved her. She addressed her world honestly, searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her, but to each she would have to say, I don’t love you.

 
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