This is my favorite "insert name ova hea" quote in the entire show. The cherry on top is when Lupertazzi associates burst in and whack Gerry 10 seconds after he says this, proving that Phil has not lost his balls. What are some other good "insert name ova hea" quotes?
I hope this is an okay place to post this - and if there's a better and more specific subreddit for author readings I will gladly move this to there - but this video was one of the resources in my class and I just thought it was super cool and wanted to share!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnMoUm87QII&t=38s
There is some doubt that this is legitimately Walt Whitman reading (see: here) but the chance that it could be the poet himself reading his work is delightful! (And if it's just some old recording, it's still survived for decades which is still neat!)
So when I first came out as enby, I told folks I preferred they/them/their, but I’d always add that it was sort of just picking the best of a bad set of options. I would talk about how hopefully one day there would be a third person singular, how I find it clunky, etc. But over the past 6 months it has grown on me - and then recently I rediscovered a Walt Whitman poem I always loved - Song of Myself. In a classic line he talks about he embraces ambiguity and contradiction in himself and his work, and writes “(I am large, I contain multitudes)”. Thinking about this more, I love it and understand it differently than I used to (another thing Whitman would love, since in that same stanza he talks directly to the reader about how they’re co-creating the poetry by bringing it to life in reading it).
Not only can we think of the various ways we all contain “masculine” and “feminine” and “whatever the hell else” traits, we can think of how we contain these multiple ways of being in us. We contain the thoughts, and behaviors, and culture of so many. In the even more literal sense, each one of us is not some isolated being but a composite of the other living things around us and, as scientists have come to better understand, within us - our microbiomes are our natural symbiotes and we live and die with them. “I” am literally not one organism but many.
These are all beautiful treads of thought that remind me of the complexity and wonder of the world. I feel like it’s a gift to be able to have a nice little reminder of them everyday, every time someone says “they” to me. I hope in sharing this it can be a little gift to some other folx too ❤️
Jonathan Ned Katz, a queer historian, wrote the book Love Stories: Sex Between Men Before Homosexuality in 2001. Using diaries, biographies, interviews, legislation, literature, and editorials, Katz uncovers the intimacies shared between men in 19th century America. He frequently cites Walt Whitman's "Calamus," (1860) saying it celebrated and affirmed, "physically enacted, erotic love for men." Whitman implores his readers insisting that philia (spiritual, friendly love) and eros (physical, sexual love) aren't mutually exclusive. They co-exist and act as a resolve for the division experienced by Whitman, the individual, and collective American. It's worth mentioning that Whitman republished "Calamus" (1860) a year before the American Civil War began. After reading their work, I am moved and arrested. I realize now that I long for a world where homosocial relationships and homosexual intimacy flourish alongside each other. I am so accustomed to the latter that I forget the former can occur too. 100 Boyfriends, written by Brontez Purnell, comes running to mind. It's a short story collection that conceptually unravels the boyfriend and reimagines him as an erotic, unending lineage. Crass, unapologetic, and undeniably moving, Purnell's characters reminded me of the intimate comradery Whitman wrote about.
Walt Whitman antivax pedo how are we still reading this guy?!
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Basically the title! I'm endeavoring to write a story about reincarnation/soulmates/feeling like you're always missing something but you don't know what, and while I feel that "To A Stranger" pretty much perfectly encapsulates what I'm going for, I'd love to take a look at a few other poems that share its theme so as to be further inspired.
Thanks in advance for any suggestions!
I loved Gales character and when I saw he gave Walt, Leaves of Grass, I had to buy it. Little did I know it was a poetry book!
The fact that Gale gave Walt a POETRY book makes me love Gale 10x more.
So I just finished "I sing of the body electric" earlier today, and now I'm almost done Leaves of Grass.
I'd characterize my experience with this work hitherto as underwhelming, unfortunately.
I understand that not everybody has to like every poem, but i'm genuinely interested in what people love about this work, and why it's considered a classic.
I'm not trying to challenge people's enjoyment of this work, but I wanna know what people liked about it, and what themes and positive traits I should be looking for that maybe i'm just not understanding or noticing. I don't have any academic education of poetry, and if those of you who do (or who just know something about the text) could fill me in on what I might be missing, that would be much appreciated.
I would like to do a reread potentially and look for the positives that didn't stand out to my unrefined eye.
It might just be a miss for me in the end, but since it's revered, I would like to give the work its fair shake.
thanks for reading.
Hi all. New reddit user here. I’m looking for any help I can get in trying to identify a hit and run suspect. On Friday, 11/12 around 5:25 pm, my car, a white 2020 Camry XSE, was side-swiped while driving on the Walt Whitman bridge headed toward Philadelphia. The car that hit me was in a lane that was ending. They thought they had the clearance to get in front of me, but obviously didn’t make it. The entire driver side of my car is heavily damaged and the suspect fled the scene, easily driving 100+ mph (lucky I was not killed). Police have been unable to identify the driver based on the description of the car, or what I thought it was anyways, a gray Honda Accord. They had to pass through the toll plaza, but still no luck with the police locating any sedans with damage close to my description. They reviewed every single passing car. I’m writing to you all in case someone in this group may have witnessed this or may know someone who did. Being out of state (Maryland) has made this search and investigation much more difficult in my opinion as I’m not too familiar with the area. Additionally, if you know of any other groups that may be a good place for sharing my message, please let me know. I’m trying so incredibly hard to identify who did this as they could have taken my life as well as others on the road with me at that time. Additionally, they should be responsible for paying the damage made to my car. Appreciate any and all help in advance.
I am very interested in ordering some of Whitman's work. I've been to every bookstore in town and none of them have anything of him.
I'm looking around on the internet, but it seems like it's a lot of different collections and versions of the poems? I don't know about a specific one that I want to read as I haven't heard so much about him before. Actually, I know about Leaves of grass, so if that one is included I would be very happy.
I was wondering if anyone could help me and link me a recommended book/collection?
Hello! I’m working to reinstate the office of NJ Poet Laureate. I think it’s important to have recognition in the arts, given our state’s extensive literary contributions. If you agree, would you consider signing this petition? Thank you! https://www.change.org/ReinstateNJPoetLaureate
Went to the birds game for the first time in a while yesterday. Are almost all roads to the Walt Whitman bridge blocked off after a game now? Left jetro parking lot and had no luck getting on the WW bridge. Ended up driving up to the Ben Franklin bridge. There has to be a better way. Sorry if this doesn’t belong here.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
