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
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.
of the atmosphere
we continue our studies
this joyous thought
Let me draw lassies and genitalmens!
to Gille Deleuze's essay
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
lines of becoming