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    glimmer in the dust, hillsong united / mister rodgers’ neighborhood / e.e. cummings / hélène cixous / mary oliver / 1 corinthians 13:13 / philip larkin

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  • i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

    my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

    i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

    by only me is your doing,my darling)

    i fear

    no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

    no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

    and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

    and whatever a sun will always sing is you

    here is the deepest secret nobody knows

    (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

    and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

    higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

    and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

    i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

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  • may my heart always be open to little

    birds who are the secrets of living

    whatever they sing is better than to know

    and if men should not hear them men are old

    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

    and may myself do nothing usefully

    and love yourself so more than truly

    there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail

    pulling all the sky over him with one smile

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  • Marion Morehouse (1906-1969), was a fashion model who rose to prominance in the late 20s and early 30s, sitting for Vanity Fair and Vogue photographer Edward Steichen. The pair created some strikingly modernist photographs. She was seen as the world’s first super model - a woman who turned modelling into a fully fledged career.


    She was also photographed often by Baron George Hoyningen-Huene and Cecil Beaton for Vogue and Vanity Fair in the 1920s and 1930s. Her tall, willowy, aristocratic figure had many adopting the androgynous flapper look of that the 20s is famous for. She also happened to be married to the poet e.e. Cummings.

    Cecil Beaton, as ever, has something to say about her too: “It was not until Miss Marion Morehouse was discovered by Steichen that photographic models became so well known that they exerted an influence on the public. The aim of models at this time was to be grand ladies, and Marion Morehouse, with her particularly personal ways of twisting her neck, her fingers and feet, was at home in the grandest circumstances.”


    Morehouse had some Choctaw Indian ancestry, with brown eyes and an angular frame. Marion was the daughter of a showman and actor who also, circumstances dictating, took jobs as a carpenter, odd job man, janitor and whatever else came his way. His name was Benjamin Isaac Morehouse, known as Isaac. Her mother, Annie Shortell Morehouse, did not come from elevated circumstances either.

    Both Marion’s younger sister, Lillian, and her brother Benjamin worked in the theatre. Benjamin had a job as a stage manager. Lillian was an actress and appeared in many productions, some respectable and heavyweight and others more in the Zeigfield Follies burlesque style. At least one production was co-starring with Marion herself.

    From 1923 Marion Morehouse appeared in at least five Broadway productions, some of which ran to hundreds of performances. There is also speculation that she, and maybe her sister, was in the famous Zeigfield Follies. She definitely worked as a showgirl like her sister, although her height and long legs made her stand out a bit too much on the chorus line. She also claimed to have been in a film or two, and the legend is that when she appeared on set everybody stopped what they were doing to watch her. But if she was she was uncredited.


    In 1924 she was spotted by Vogue. On the occasion of a visit to New York by the French couturier Jean Patou Condé Nast decided that the magazine should run a competition to prove that the American girls were just as beautiful as the French.

    The winner would become a house model for the designer in Paris. The competition is notable because it marks a turning point in the modelling industry: up till then, modelling, like being an actress, was a rather frowned upon occupation. Of course, the portraits of titled ladies appeared in magazines, and some even put on the gowns of a celebrated designer to do so. But it wasn’t a job, and if one weren’t a princess or a baroness then one’s name would not be appearing in the caption either.

    Marion Moorehouse didn’t win the competition, but Edward Steichen saw her potential instead.

    She modelled for the magazines for about eight years, becoming a new kind of celebrity in the process: the model girl.

    Vogue started to bill her in photos: “Two mink trimmed bias panels fall from this gown of green and gold lame – a gown of great elegance and richness obtained by its gleaming fabric and intricate cut: posed by Marion Moorehouse.”


    In 1932 she began a relationship with the great love of her life, e.e. Cummings. She was with him for over thirty years, though they never married. Edward Estlin Cummings, know as Estlin to his friends, was dissipated poet with two failed marriages behind him. He had a young daughter but she didn’t live with him, very probably, apart from anything else, because he had very little income and lived with his mother.

    He was eight years older than Marion, whom he first saw onstage. Her lips remained sealed as to which particular production it was though, leading to speculations that it was a burlesque show, of which he was rather fond. An artist as well as poet, Cummings painted several pictures of the beautiful Marion Morehouse as well as writing about her.

    The story goes that she pursued him, whilst he, obviously attracted, was also a little intimidated and hung back.  However, once he accepted her, she was fierce in her protection of him. Marion Morehouse seems to have decided that he needed looking after and gave up her modelling and acting careers to attend to the famous poet. She took up photography herself.


    At one point she chased off the Beat Generation poet and philosopher Allen Ginsberg, who appeared at Estlin’s door, determined that the senior writer should see his work. “You. Go away. And never come back,” she said when she saw him, allowing him and many other would-be worshippers no admittance.

    Marion and Estlin were together until he died in 1962. To the chagrin of Estlin’s daughter from his previous relationship, he left the income from his royalties (a very large amount per year) to Marion.

    At one point earlier in her modelling career, Edward Steichen had taken a series of nude shots of Marion Morehouse. She posed wearing only long black gloves and stockings. Hearing she was “married”, Steichen burned the negatives of these photos, wanting to avoid embarrassing either her or her husband. However, when he realised her partner was that great bohemian, e.e. Cummings, he regretted it because he thought he of all people would have actually relished the pictures.


    Marion Morehouse herself died on May 18, 1969, while living at Greenwich Village, New York City, where Cummings had resided since 1924.

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    ngl my journal do be looking kind of sexy

    #kit speaks#my art #?? i guess #journal#aes#ee cummings #having too much fun with my colour printer #collage is self care
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  • I was tagged by ee cummings. Thank you!

    Rules: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, choose either this poem or a different one altogether, then tag nine people.

    somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond / any experience,your eyes have their silence: / in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, / or which i cannot touch because they are too near

    your slightest look easily will unclose me / though i have closed myself as fingers, / you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens / (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose / or if your wish be to close me,i and / my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly, / as when the heart of this flower imagines / the snow carefully everywhere descending;

    nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals / the power of your intense fragility:whose texture / compels me with the colour of its countries, / rendering death and forever with each breathing

    (i do not know what it is about you that closes/ and opens;only something in me understands / the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) / nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

    I tag @the-moon-loves-the-sea @roselightfairy @greenapricot @bryndeavour @isfjmel-phleg @discordantwords @thetimemoves @doctornerdington @althoughsolemn and everyone else who wants to play. And please tag me if you do!

    #poetry#ee cummings #tumblr tag game
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    day 159 of photo a day

    “your head is a living forest full of song birds.”

    - e.e. cummings

    now playing I Am Going To Kill The President Of The United States Of America from Xo by Leathermouth…

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  • “may came home with a smooth round stone

    as small as a world and as large as alone.

    For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)

    it’s always ourselves we find in the sea”

    –e.e. cummings

    #one of my favorite poets #ee cummings#thoughts
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    since feeling is first

    who pays any attention

    to the syntax of things

    will never wholly kiss you;

    wholly to be a fool

    while Spring is in the world

    my blood approves,

    and kisses are a better fate

    than wisdom

    lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry

    – the best gesture of my brain is less than

    your eyelids’ flutter which says

    we are for each other; then

    laugh, leaning back in my arms

    for life’s not a paragraph

    And death i think is no parenthesis

    - Ee Cummings

    #ee cummings #since feeling is first #highkey gonna write a malcolm imagine on this
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  • This is e.e. cummings talking to 2020 folks.

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  • I carry your heart with me(i carry it in

    My heart)i am never without it(anywhere

    I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

    By only me is your doing, my darling)

    I fear

    No fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want

    No world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)

    And it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

    And whatever a sun will always sing is you

    Here is the deepest secret nobody knows

    (Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

    And the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

    Higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

    And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

    I carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


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  • My psn account was compromised last night and hundreds of dollars were charged from my bank account and having to wait until they open to call playstation support is agony. If they won’t refund me idk what I’ll do.

    #i must be ee cummings
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  • Twitter sucks, at least on here trans posts aren’t derailed into hundreds of people making suicide jokes

    #you get transphobia here but from my experience theres less of it #at least less 'art' of trans people killing themselves #i must be ee cummings
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  • I’ve been playing rhythm games a lot lately so the announcement of a kh rhythm game is very exciting

    #now do i get it on switch for portability or ps4 for price & to have kh games all on one console... #i must be ee cummings
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  • My parents ask me what’s wrong and to tell them how I’m feeling just so they can tell me I’m selfish and then make the conversation about veganism and don’t understand why that upsets me.

    #i must be ee cummings
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