{"id":75,"date":"2005-08-13T06:29:00","date_gmt":"2005-08-13T06:29:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chrisandjanet.net\/blog\/2005\/08\/13\/anyone-lived-in-a-pretty-how-town\/"},"modified":"2005-08-13T06:29:00","modified_gmt":"2005-08-13T06:29:00","slug":"anyone-lived-in-a-pretty-how-town","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/chrisandjanet.net\/blog\/2005\/08\/13\/anyone-lived-in-a-pretty-how-town\/","title":{"rendered":"anyone lived in a pretty how town"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/chrisandjanet.net\/weblog\/poems.jpg\" align=\"left\" border=\"0\" hspace=\"10\" alt=\"And now, a bit of poetry...\" \/>I was going through my old Neatstuff folder a few nights ago, you know, one of those two-pocket folders where I keep all the neat stuff that I collected through college and beyond. It&#8217;s got things like a bunch of Mark Alan Stamaty <i>Carto-o-o-o-ns<\/i> and things that friends of mine have written and drawn, but it&#8217;s also got this amazing poem by e.e. cummings:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\nanyone lived in a pretty how town<br \/> <br \/>\nby e.e. cummings  <\/p>\n<p>\nanyone lived in a pretty how town<br \/>\n(with up so floating many bells down)<br \/>\nspring summer autumn winter<br \/>\nhe sang his didn&#8217;t he danced his did<\/p>\n<p>\nWomen and men(both little and small)<br \/>\ncared for anyone not at all<br \/>\nthey sowed their isn&#8217;t they reaped their same<br \/>\nsun moon stars rain<\/p>\n<p>\nchildren guessed(but only a few<br \/>\nand down they forgot as up they grew<br \/>\nautumn winter spring summer)<br \/>\nthat noone loved him more by more<\/p>\n<p>\nwhen by now and tree by leaf<br \/>\nshe laughed his joy she cried his grief<br \/>\nbird by snow and stir by still<br \/>\nanyone&#8217;s any was all to her<\/p>\n<p>\nsomeones married their everyones<br \/>\nlaughed their cryings and did their dance<br \/>\n(sleep wake hope and then)they<br \/>\nsaid their nevers they slept their dream<\/p>\n<p>\nstars rain sun moon<br \/>\n(and only the snow can begin to explain<br \/>\nhow children are apt to forget to remember<br \/>\nwith up so floating many bells down)<\/p>\n<p>\none day anyone died i guess<br \/>\n(and noone stooped to kiss his face)<br \/>\nbusy folk buried them side by side<br \/>\nlittle by little and was by was<\/p>\n<p>\nall by all and deep by deep<br \/>\nand more by more they dream their sleep<br \/>\nnoone and anyone earth by april<br \/>\nwish by spirit and if by yes.<\/p>\n<p>\nWomen and men(both dong and ding)<br \/>\nsummer autumn winter spring<br \/>\nreaped their sowing and went their came<br \/>\nsun moon stars rain\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p font=\"courier\" size=\"-2\">\nFrom Complete Poems: 1904-1962 by E. E. Cummings, edited by George J. Firmage. Used with the permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation. Copyright \u00a9 1923, 1931, 1935, 1940, 1951, 1959, 1963, 1968, 1991 by the Trustees for the E. E. Cummings Trust. Copyright \u00a9 1976, 1978, 1979 by George James Firmage.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was going through my old Neatstuff folder a few nights ago, you know, one of those two-pocket folders where I keep all the neat stuff that I collected through college and beyond. It&#8217;s got things like a bunch of Mark Alan Stamaty Carto-o-o-o-ns and things that friends of mine have written and drawn, but &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/chrisandjanet.net\/blog\/2005\/08\/13\/anyone-lived-in-a-pretty-how-town\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;anyone lived in a pretty how town&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-75","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/chrisandjanet.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/chrisandjanet.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/chrisandjanet.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/chrisandjanet.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/chrisandjanet.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=75"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/chrisandjanet.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/chrisandjanet.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=75"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/chrisandjanet.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=75"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/chrisandjanet.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=75"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}