“A clock is a little machine that shuts us out from the wonder of time.” ~ Susan Glaspell
“The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?” ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
Spring is practically here and love is in the air. Why not count the minutes with kisses? 🙂
9. there are so many tictoc clocks everywhere telling people what toctic time it is for tictic instance five toc minutes toc past six tic Spring is not regulated and does not get out of order nor do its hands a little jerking move over numbers slowly we do not wind it up it has no weights springs wheels inside of its slender self no indeed dear nothing of the kind. (So,when kiss Spring comes we'll kiss each kiss other on kiss the kiss lips because tic clocks toc don't make a toctic difference to kisskiss you and to kiss me) ~ from erotic poems by E.E. Cummings (W.W. Norton & Co., 2010)
How’s that for sweet seduction? 🙂
Indeed, Cummings makes a great case for unbridled passion — no regulated constraints, no measured monotony. Just bring on the sensuous delights, surprising, even sudden. For something this delicious, toss your clocks out the window. After all, love has a way of making time stand still.
As you probably know, Cummings wrote many poems celebrating spring and love, often defining one in terms of the other. I think of “O sweet spontaneous earth . . . thou answerst them only with spring,” “we’re alive,dear:it’s(kiss me now)spring!,” “springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love,” or stanzas like this one:
spring!may-- everywhere's here (with a low high low and the bird on the bough) how?why --we never we know (so kiss me) shy sweet eagerly my most dear
So lyrical, so ebullient, his emotions (and words) refuse to be confined to the page via traditional forms. Playful, and oh so charming, could you refuse this dashing gentleman’s entreaties?
Yes, I would kiss him, wouldn’t you? 😀
Of course, Cummings wasn’t the first to break out his ‘seize the day/seize the moment’ strategy. While Cummings was anti-clock, our man Shakespeare could think of nothing else. Tick tick tick, time is fleeting, we need more than a kiss, we need to procreate:
SONNET 12 When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver’d o’er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
A girl has to be careful. She might find it hard to resist someone who tells her she is so beautiful, she must find a way to preserve that rare beauty for the ages. Smooth, I tell you, smooth.
But getting back to Cummings, let’s celebrate a bit more with these artsy kisses:
Peck, smack, smooch, what’ll it be?
While you’re deciding, get up and dance with the Shoop Shoop Song; yes, “It’s In His Kiss”:
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to tell us what your favorite movie kiss is (mine is Colin Firth’s character Jamie kissing Aurelia in “Love Actually”).
*tick tick tick*
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