Sing that body electric

Thinking of and reading Whitman... I began to wander.. along
  The opening 2 verse paragraphs  of

I Sing the Body Electric  what  a phrasse! think of ...it the electric body 

.. plugged in... postives..negatives ... currents... wires...  flows.. and breaks...joins cuts recuts ....papier mache of wor...d.

_________The two paragraphs I' got in mind  are from the Children of Adam section of Leaves of Grass

 It's the book  Whitman published again and again gathering

sheaves and layers, piles and  bundles  to compose  and recompose his
            book of 'grass words' until his old age   ~  Whitman treated his book as a blog, forever publishable & republishable ... and revisable... changing, adding, enriching.... if he was alive I'd like to                          imagine he'd be ablogging...


I SING the Body electric;  
The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them;  
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,  
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul.  

Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves;         
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?  
And if the body does not do as much as the Soul?  
And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul?  

(what weird and strange prophecies of words he chooses.. discorrupt ! what on earth was he  doing? how did he think these ideas?

I gotta add more i

 So dig some of his earth digging word fingers ....  a t the earth and body digging roun the south of mouth  ~


The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself
    balks account,
That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect.

The expression of the face balks account,
But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face,
It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of
    his hips and wrists,
It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist
    and knees, dress does not hide him,
The strong sweet quality he has strikes through the cotton and broadcloth,
To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more,
You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side.

The sprawl and fulness of babes, the bosoms and heads of women, the
    folds of their dress, their style as we pass in the street, the
    contour of their shape downwards,
The swimmer naked in the swimming-bath, seen as he swims through
    the transparent green-shine, or lies with his face up and rolls
    silently to and from the heave of the water,
The bending forward and backward of rowers in row-boats, the
    horse-man in his saddle,
Girls, mothers, house-keepers, in all their performances,
The group of laborers seated at noon-time with their open
    dinner-kettles, and their wives waiting,
The female soothing a child, the farmer's daughter in the garden or
The young fellow hosing corn, the sleigh-driver driving his six
    horses through the crowd,
The wrestle of wrestlers, two apprentice-boys, quite grown, lusty,
    good-natured, native-born, out on the vacant lot at sundown after work,
The coats and caps thrown down, the embrace of love and resistance,
The upper-hold and under-hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes;
The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine
    muscle through clean-setting trowsers and waist-straps,
The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes
    suddenly again, and the listening on the alert,
The natural, perfect, varied attitudes, the bent head, the curv'd
    neck and the counting;
Such-like I love--I loosen myself, pass freely, am at the mother's
    breast with the little child,
Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers, march in line with
    the firemen, and pause, listen, count.

Walt Whitman



In spite

of the atmosphere

of barbarism

& banishment

we continue our studies

of poetry





this joyous thought

Let me draw lassies and genitalmens!


to Gille Deleuze's essay




                                       be found

easily enuff

on pages


Essays Critical Clinical


Daniel W. Smith


Michael A. Greco

It starts like this

"With much confidence and tranquility, Whitman  states that writing  is fragmentary, and that the American writer has to devote himself to writing in fragments. " __ Deleuze's italic   ~.

 From there Doctor D t ake the Whitman line to  a whole

                                                bunch of beautiful and  interesting places

                                        about writing totality and fragments    ~.

                               (leave out the punctuation whispering hipper reader)

Take the  Whitman ...ride for yourself reader... grab the line hitch the link heft the hammering soft petal s for yerself.. be a fragment be a 

                                       grammarian...be a rotating capital ... move that word capital smuggle them verb things rip them noun urbs...

I myself have often been a grammarian

and known the cruel whims of administrators and 

of power
the schizo

lines of becoming