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🍒 Articles, Prose - Whatever One Would Like To Call Them.
An alternative creative process to my poems, and something I don’t see myself very good at which is why this section doesn’t go on for too long.
An extract from:
🍒 Song of Myself
by Walt Whitman
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.
When Whitman’s 1855 volume Leaves of Grass was published at Whitman’s own expense — the first edition containing just a dozen untitled poems, although he would continue to expand and develop the collection for the rest of his life — ‘Song of Myself’ headed the collection. This statement of selfhood contains the famous line ‘I am large, I contain multitudes’.
https://interestingliterature.com/2018/11/song-of-myself-a-poem-by-walt-whitman/
🍒 PART ONE:
Should You Wish To Know A Little About Me
🍒 Gormenghast
by Mervyn Peake.“There was a library and it is ashes. Let its long length assemble. Than its stone walls its paper walls are thicker; armoured with learning, with philosophy, with poetry that drifts or dances clamped though it is in midnight. Shielded with flax and calfskin and a cold weight of ink, there broods the ghost of Sepulchrave, the melancholy Earl, seventy-sixth lord…
