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4.0 out of 5 stars
A stimulating volume from a sculptor of words, July 3, 2003
"ViVa," by E.E. Cummings, is a collection of 70 poems numbered with Roman numerals. The afterword by George James Firmage notes that an earlier edition of the book (one riddled with errors) was published back in 1931."ViVa" shows Cummings to be one of the most distinctive and inventive poets in the English language. He uses a lot of eye-catching, and apparently made-up, words: "fasterishly," "infrafairy," "uneyes," "firsting," "nonglance," etc. In many of his poems he experiments with punctuation, word structure, word order, and capitalization in startling ways--he's like a sculptor playfully molding the English language into strange new shapes. But I must admit that I found some of his poems too experimental--to the point of incomprehensibility. Still, even his most impenetrable poems are stimulating in odd ways. Many poems imitate people's speech; some raise theological questions. There is a sadness to much of the book in the form of poems that touch on the despair, loneliness, and dislocation of modern life. But these are balanced by some truly striking and beautiful love poems. There is also a satirical element present in the book. When Cummings' experiments succeed, he really dazzles; consider poem XXXVIII, where the words seem to really dance and crackle across the page. His imagery at its best is fresh and invigorating. "ViVa" is not an easy read, but it's a remarkable work from a true original.
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