So Barbs got recommended a murder mystery by a Swedish writer - Stieg Larsson. She rated it very highly for story and very poorly for translation and realisitic dialogue... (which may be translation). The other thing that drove her nearly scatty was that the writer seemed to have fixated on the letter B for starting all the character names. Now I don't know if you have done that excercise where they muddle up all the middle letters of words and... you can still read them. If the first and last letter are right and the length is about right... your mind makes the words(It's is a very powerful pattern recognition device, which is amazing really considering mine is full of old socks and rotten cheese.) It makes for really good fast reading... unless you hit Born Bern Bain Bein... In which case all the speed goes to hell as the reader stops to work out just who this is this time around. And here is something that actually goes beyond ee cummings... words are tools, my fellow monkeys. Versatile ones... They're their meaning, they're also their shape, and pattern (yes, there is cadence in writing). Sometimes those tools of poetry can work very well in prose - alliteration, repetition... I've used both quietly to make prose have more impact.
Only a fool sayeth his words are only words (and no I have no idea who said it. But it bears repeating.)
And now - there's thunder drumrolling in the hills. I must get off-line, but anyone got any authors to share who use words as more than just content?
I'll start with Kipling.