The Whitman House: Final Resting Place (on a beautiful fall day!): I depart as air, I shake my white locks At the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it In lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love. If you want me again look […]
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This picture was taken on Saturday, November 21 at approximately 3 pm. Where was I? at Starbucks, in Macy’s in Center City, Philadelphia
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Summer is depressing. Sure it’s the story of a young woman’s sexual awakening, but her awakening seems largely futile as she does not end up truly awakened – truly independent. The final decision she makes (to keep her baby and marry Royall) seems only to imprison her. Yet, Dr. Singley brought to light the idea […]
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The next track: Pat Benatar’s “Love is a battlefield” – or at least life is in Whitman’s poem “Life.” EVER the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man; (Have former armies fail’d then we send fresh armies—and fresh again;) Ever the grappled mystery of all earth’s ages old or new; Ever the eager eyes, hurrahs, the […]
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I love “Life”: Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man; (Have former armies fail’d? then we should send fresh armies — and fresh again;) Ever the grappled mystery of all earth’s ages old or new; Ever the eager eyes, hurrahs, the welcome-claping hands, the loud applause; Ever the soul dissatisfied, curious, unconvinced at last; […]
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When I was doing some research on Drum-Taps, I stumbled upon a few authors who claimed that Drum-Taps was the pivot on which Whitman’s work turned. One critic claimed that it was the pivot that took Whitman from the physical to the spiritual. There is a good deal of Whitman’s spirituality in these later poems. […]
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