Autumn’s Rainy Day Blues, Reds and Yellows.   Leave a comment


What better way to spend a rainy Autumn morning than editing yesterday’s sunny day photos and enjoying the company of Walt Whitman?!?!?!

 This is the preface to the 1st edition of Leaves of Grass:

“Here is what you shall do,

love the earth and sun and all the animals,

despise riches,

give alms to everyone that asks,

stand up for the stupid and crazy,

devote your income and labors to others,

hate tyrants,

argue not concerning God,

have patience and indulgence towards the people,

take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men,

go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young  and with the mothers of families,

read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life,

re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book,

dismiss whatever insults your own soul,

and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in it’s words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.

~Walt Whitman

 The first time I touched these words, they rocked my core.  I was barely fifteen; simultaneously innocent and jaded.  Every hair on my body stood firm, as I beheld this new (to me) wild, naturalistic mindset.  I heard him deeply and took every word to heart.  To the best of my ability, I lived his dream for me.  Was I a fool?  Surely, every teen is a fool; standing at the precipice of all that is possible, guided by their own true Spirit, armed with only a walking stick, ready to step forward, into the air, into the abyss.  And now, my flesh is a great poem.

Just click on any photo to enlarge.

Thanx for stopping by. See you next time.

The first edition was published in Brooklyn at the Fulton Street printing shop of two Scottish immigrants, James and Andrew Rome, whom Whitman had known since the 1840s,[4] on July 4, 1855. Whitman paid for and did much of the typesetting for the first edition himself. The book did not include the author’s name, instead offering an engraving by Samuel Hollyer depicting the poet in work clothes and a jaunty hat, arms at his side.[5] Early advertisements for the first edition appealed to “lovers of literary curiosities” as an oddity.[6]Sales on the book were few but Whitman was not discouraged.

The first edition was very small, collecting only twelve unnamed poems in 95 pages.[7] Whitman once said he intended the book to be small enough to be carried in a pocket. “That would tend to induce people to take me along with them and read me in the open air: I am nearly always successful with the reader in the open air.”[8]


Posted November 15, 2011 by forageporage in Good Medicine

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