he was born in 1894 so

if he were alive today he’d be dead anyway

along with dos passos he took the cubes being painted in europe and transposed them into the poetry that has been shaping music  and literature ever since

here

i shall imagine life by e e cummings

i shall imagine life
is not worth dying,if
(and when)roses complain
their beauties are in vain
but though mankind persuades
itself that every weed’s
a rose,roses(you feel
certain)will only smile