i can see why he left it out, dave L
----- Original Message ----- From: "David-Baptiste Chirot" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Thursday, June 02, 2005 4:27 PM Subject: Re: sq*sq / A/ "RESPONDEZ" -Wlat Whitman- > from Walt Whitman the man himself: > > Respondez! > > from "Rejected Poems" (left out of LEAVES OF GRASS) > > (apologies my hotmail keeps doublespacing--) > > Respondez! Respondez! > > Let everyone answer! let those who sleep be waked! let none evade! > > Must we still go on with our affectations and sneaking? > > Let me bring this to a close--I pronounce openly for a new distribtuion of roles: > > Let that whch stood i front go behind! and let that which was behind advance to the front and speak; > > Let murderers, bigots, fools, unclean persons offer new propostitions! > > Let the old propostitions be postponed! > > Let faces and theories be turn'd inside out! let meanings be freely criminal, as well as results! . . . > > Let the sun and moon go! let scenery take the applause of the audience! let therebe apathy under the stars! > > Let freedom prove no man's inalienable right! evryone who can tyrannize let him tyraannize to his satisfaction! . . . > > Let the eminence of meanness, treachery, sarcasm, hate, greed, indecency, impotence, lust, be taken for granted above all! let writers, judges, governments, households, religions, philosophies, take such for granted above all! . . . > > Let death be inaugerated! > > Let nothing remain but the ashses of teachers, artists, moralists, lawyers, and learn'ed and politepersons! > > Let him who is without my poems be assasinated! . . . > > Let nothing but copies at second hand be permitted to exist upon the face of the earth! . . > > Let insanity still have charge of sanity! > > Let books take the place of trees, animals, rivers, clouds! > > Let the daub'd portraits of heroes supersede heroes! . . . > > Let the reflections of the things of the world be studied in mirrors! let the things themselves still continue still unstudied! . . . > > Let the limited hours of life do nothing for the limitless years of death! > > (What do you suppose death will do, then?) {1856] > > you can see why walt whitman appears in visions--to many including myself-!-i sent this poem out to everyone i knew for the election year but is good for every year- > > > > > > > > > >From: Thomas savage <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > >Reply-To: "WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <[email protected]> > >To: [email protected] > >Subject: Re: sq*sq / A > >Date: Thu, 2 Jun 2005 07:46:49 -0700 > > > >Dear Alan Sondheim, I really like this poem of yours. Because of this I am replying with a poem of mine I intended to add to this listserv today, anyway. It may have little to do with the poem of yours and more to do with the poem to which you responded but I'm attaching it to yours as a signal of my approval of your poem. > > > >Essay or Not: Call It What You Will > > > >I feel a wonderful surge of energy tonight! > >Having just read the final 170 pages of Milan Kundera's superb > >Novel about a poet called "Life is Elsewhere" > >And witnessed the death of an immature, young poet > >After he betrayed the brother of the woman he loved, > >I feel this amazing energy surge where and when > >I would usually feel tired and ready for sleep. > >Perhaps it is as much spring as Jaromil's fate. > >The Stalinist regime on which this book is based > >Is long gone. Yet I've often enough seen and heard > >Poets "betray" and intimidate one another in New York City > >That I cannot dismiss Kundera's picture as completely dated > >And belonging to a particular, remote-feeling > >Although not so really long time ago. > >Something about all this compels me to write this > >Poem which looks and sounds more like an essay > >Certainly than any lyric verse about a book > >Which you, dear reader-writer may not have read. > >Anyway, I recommend it to you for any season's reading > >And urge you not to dismiss it too lightly > >As being merely a picture of another place and time. > > > >Tom Savage > >5/31/05 > >Whitman's Birthday > > > >Alan Sondheim <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > >The caves are infinite, the twisty passages long. > >On our subways, the children of a thousand nations. > >In our air, chemicals from a thousand bitter factories. > >There is no misery, the economy of books is free. > >Culture seeps through trees full of flocks of robins. > >A lone heron graced the botanical gardens. > >Like monk parakeets we fly above the rooftops. > >Ouroboros sustains us, persephone among us. > >Who can say we are not Han Shan? > >Even Han Shan cannot say he is Han Shan. > > > > > >On Mon, 30 May 2005, mIEKAL aND wrote: > > > > > THE CAVE CHILDREN OF NEW YORK ARE NEVER FREE > > > > > > A dime is no longer than the air of misery the day of yearning forgot. > > > Who twisted when mounting all ages of wobbling. Hurry border. Hurray > > > fits sat. Avenue child anagram. Who alerted taxi is the criminal of > > > media of fight of knife a document. Sense tense, cent tense. > > > > > > > > > On May 30, 2005, at 11:01 PM, Lanny Quarles wrote: > > > > > >> Never been to New York. > > > > > > > > >> > > >> You two sound like two New York > > > > > > > > > >( URLs/DVDs/CDroms/books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt ) > > > > > >--------------------------------- > >Discover Yahoo! > > Stay in touch with email, IM, photo sharing & more. Check it out! > > > > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------ > With MSN Spaces email straight to your blog. Upload jokes, photos and more. It's free! >
