e e c lived in a world of his own with up so tripping tiny mind blown the oddest verses you ever heared naff twee pseud weird noone knew what a single line meant printing into but many reams went he must have written them just for a laff pseud weird twee naff grammatically he was just plain nuts he iffed his nouns and he verbed his buts such habits should be roundly booed weird twee naff pseud now e e c's written his last strange ode in mind round whirling multiplex code here's the opinion you'll get from me naff pseud weird twee
93 poems, 67 poems, and so on. They're good. The one in all the school poetry anthologies - on the eastern side of the pond, at any rate - begins "anyone lived in a pretty how town/ with up so floating many bells down". His love poems should carry a government chastity warning.(1894-1962) was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and at an early age was diagnosed as profoundly allergic to capital letters. His poems tended to have unorthodox and imaginative approaches to punctuation, syntax, layout, and anything else he could think of changing. Most of them are untitled, and published in books called
He was also a painter, and wrote a masterpiece of a novel The Enormous Room about his experiences as a POW.
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