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“The world is mud-luscious and…” (Great Work quote)

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“The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.”
~ E. E. Cummings

Fall has arrived out of nowhere – the wind’s twisting and teasing coloured leaves and all the while it feels like Winter’s tapping on the window, just waiting to be let back in.

This quote makes me smile. It’s that exuberant joy of youth no matter what the weather.

The other day I was moaning on about meaningful work – am I really doing enough Great Work? – and my wife looked at me and said, ‘you don’t need more purpose, you need more joy.’

“Mud-luscious” gets me closer to that for sure.

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2 Responses to “The world is mud-luscious and…” (Great Work quote)

  1. Margaret says:

    Michael — one of my favorite poems, and I like the encouragement for more joy. I’m so there.

    Here’s another favorite of mine from e. e. cummings:

    e.e. cummings…

    one winter afternoon

    (at the magical hour
    when is becomes if)

    a bespangled clown
    standing on eighth street
    handed me a flower.

    Nobody,it’s safe
    to say,observed him but

    myself;and why?because

    without any doubt he was
    whatever(first and last)

    mostpeople fear most:
    a mystery for which i’ve
    no word except alive

    –that is,completely alert
    and miraculously whole;

    with not merely a mind and a heart

    but unquestionably a soul–
    by no means funereally hilarious

    (or otherwise democratic)
    but essentially poetic
    or ethereally serious:

    a fine not a coarse clown
    (no mob,but a person)

    and while never saying a word

    who was anything but dumb;
    since the silence of him

    self sang like a bird.
    Mostpeople have been heard
    screaming for international

    measures that render hell rational
    –i thank heaven somebody’s crazy

    enough to give me a daisy

    Margaret