Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Barbaric Yaws

This morning I awoke with my head filled with spewings of Walt Whitman. He followed me around all day whispering meter and rhyme.

Selections from "Song of Myself" by Uncle Walt:

It is time to explain myself 

I am an acme of things accomplish'd, and I an encloser of things to be

I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!)

Logic and sermons never convince,

The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.

Listener up there! what have you to confide to me?

Do I contradict myself? 

Very well then I contradict myself,

I am large, I contain multitudes

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable
I sound my barbaric yaws over the roofs of the world

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