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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 I say, bloody […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]