Quakerism
The way a person is brought up defines a good part of who they’ll grow up to be. Not to say that you can’t change or discover new things about yourself, but that upbringing gives you roots, whether positive or negative that plants your feet, firmly, on the ground you stand. This will follow you [...]
Where Nicole Found Whitman.
After reading Franklin Evans I was shocked and in some ways proud of this book. I enjoyed it! It was interesting and it made me think a lot about how we as New Yorkers drink sociably and enjoy life. Some of us drink more wisely than others, but alcohol is a big part of our [...]
Confession painted in red
O DROPS of me! trickle, slow drops,
Candid, from me falling—drip, bleeding drops,
From wounds made to free you whence you were
prisoned,
From my face—from my forehead and lips,
From my breast—from within where I was con-
cealed—Press forth, red drops—confession
drops,
Stain every page—stain every song I sing, every
word [...]
“Nor the processions in the streets…”
The word “procession” first caught my attention as I was reading the “Children of Adam” cluster. In the song No.3 that will later become “I Sing the Body Electric” Whitman states that
All is a procession,
The universe is a procession, with measured and
beautiful motion.
This struck me as quite a somber word for [...]
Image Gloss: adhesiveness
NOT HEAVING FROM MY RIBB’D BREAST ONLY.
NOT heaving from my ribb’d breast only,
Not in sighs at night in rage dissatisfied with myself,
Not in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs,
Not in many an oath and promise broken,
Not in my wilful and savage soul’s volition,
Not in the subtle nourishment of the air,
Not in this beating and pounding at my [...]
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing
A live oak
According to the Merriam-Webster’s dictionary, the live oak is any of several American evergreen oaks noted for its extremely hard tough durable wood. You could say that it’s a powerful symbol of strength and you wouldn’t be mistaken. But if I asked someone from Texas what live oak means to him, I would [...]
Calamus
IN paths untrodden,
In the growth by margins of pond-waters,
Escaped from the life that exhibits itself,
From all the standards hitherto published—from
the pleasures, profits, conformities,
(Calamus, 1860)
Here, of all words I have highlighted one that is by no means unusual or unknown to me, and it was completely in its place to me when I first read [...]
“To celebrate the need of comrades…”
After having discussed the phrenological term “adhesiveness” this Saturday during our class, used to refer to the attachment between men, the word “comrade” caught my attention while I was reading “In Paths Untrodden” from the “Calamus” cluster. “Adhesiveness” and “comrade” evoke at first “sticky or gluey” and “a companion or a member of the Communist [...]
image gloss
“the big doors of the country-barn stand open and ready,
the dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon,
the clear light plyas on the brown gray and green intertinged,
the arm fuls are packed to the sagging mow.”
(pg36whitman(leaves))
gettyimages.com)
I study architecture, and when someone mentions any type of structure or building i picture it in my head, [...]
Jennica’s Second Imagegloss on “keptwoman” and Ceniza’s article
I will not have a single person slighted or left away,
The keptwoman and sponger and thief are hereby invited
. . . . the heavy-lipped slave is invited . . . . the veneralee is invited,
There shall be no difference between them and the rest. (Whitman 44)
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After looking through a couple of variations of “kept woman” [...]