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Leaves of grass
Mudface
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As part of “April Poetry Month”, I decided to read Walt Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass”. It was also penance to a friend when I complained that I hated poetry.

The book is very good, but I found my attention often wandering. I would have to re-read sections over and over again, and even then I wasn’t sure if I understood what the author was trying to get at. I often didn’t think I “got it right”.

However, I really empathize with Whitman’s homosexual humanism. Let’s face it: the guy liked rough trade. His rhapsody of the working man is a sublimated expression of his desire to shag them. And I can relate. Here are some stanzi I liked:

“The boatmen and clamdiggers arose early and stopped for me,
I tucked my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time,
You should have been with us that day round the showder-kettle.”

“Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil,
Each has his main-sledge… they are all out… there is a great heat in the fire.

From the cinder-strewed threshold I follow their movements,
The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms,
Overhand the hammers roll – overhand so slow – overhand so sure,
They do not hasten, each man hits in his place.”

“Through me forbidden voices,
Voices of sexes and lusts… voices veiled, and I remove the veil,
Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigured.

I do not press my finger across my mouth,
I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart,
Copulation is no more rank to me than death is.

I believe in the flesh and appetites,
Seeing hearing and feeling are miracles, and each part and ag of me is a miracle.

Divine I am inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touched from;
The scent of these arm-pits is aroma finer than prayer,
This head is more than churches or bibles or creeds.”

“Do I contradict myself?
Very well then… I contradict myself;
I am large… I contain multitudes.”

Now I realize while Bill gave Monica a copy of this book!


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And a pig bottom at that!

Thank You Thank You Thank You. I had forgotten about this and am now unable to do work in my workplace.

It is some of the most sensuous poetry around. I wore out my copy in high school.

"Hey baby. Wanna come up and see my main-sledge?"

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