Wednesday before Thanksgiving. We’d been struggling with Walt Whitman lately. Struggling. Struggling. On Tuesday we’d looked at a number of sections and fifteen proved a road block. It’s a Whitman list, a Whitman catalog, a compendium of people and places. So we wrote our own — what have we seen as we walk about Philadelphia — and then ended with these three lines:<\/p>\n
And these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them, The results were astonishing. So much so that I think I need to make it a bonus activity to re-write their first draft and see what the final pieces look like.<\/p>\n And a Thanksgiving thought:<\/p>\n This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger, Controversial in the 19th century, but how about now? Who is truly welcome?<\/p>\n Source<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Wednesday before Thanksgiving. We’d been struggling with Walt Whitman lately. Struggling. Struggling. On Tuesday we’d looked at a number of sections and fifteen proved a road block. It’s a Whitman list, a Whitman catalog, a compendium of people and places. So we wrote our own — what have we seen as we walk about Philadelphia … Continue reading Whitman poems on the way out…<\/span>
\nAnd such as it is to be of these more or less I am,
\nAnd of these one and all I weave the song of myself.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nIt is for the wicked just the same as the righteous, I make appointments with all,
\nI will not have a single person slighted or left away…<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n