the snow doesn’t give a soft white damn Whom it touches

Michele Palazzo. Jonas Blizzard in New York, 2016.
Michele Palazzo, „Jonas Blizzard in New York“ (Flat Iron Building, 2016)


i will cultivate within
me scrupulously the Inimitable which
is loneliness,these unique dreams
never shall soil their raiment

with phenomena:such
being a conduct worthy of

more ponderous
wishes or
hopes less
tall than mine“(opening the windows)

„and there is a philosophy“ strictly at
which instant(leaped
into the

street)this deep immediate mask and
expressing „as for myself,because i
am slender and fragile
i borrow contact from that you and from

this you sensations,imitating a few fatally

exquisite“(pulling Its shawl carefully around
it)“things i mean the
Rain is no respecter of persons
the snow doesn’t give a soft white
damn Whom it touches

e. e. cummings, poem XIX from „W(ViVa)“