No te detengas.
No dejes que termine el día sin haber crecido un poco, sin haber sido feliz, sin haber aumentado tus sueños.
No te dejes vencer por el desaliento.
No permitas que nadie te quite el derecho a expresarte, que es casi un deber.
No abandones las ansias de hacer de tu vida algo extraordinario.
No dejes de creer que las palabras y las poesías
sí pueden cambiar el mundo.
Pase lo que pase nuestra esencia está intacta.
Somos seres llenos de pasión.
La vida es desierto y oasis.
Nos derriba, nos lastima, nos enseña,
nos convierte en protagonistas de nuestra propia historia.
Aunque el viento sople en contra, la poderosa obra continúa:
Tú puedes aportar una estrofa.
No dejes nunca de soñar, porque en sueños es libre el hombre.
No caigas en el peor de los errores: el silencio.
La mayoría vive en un silencio espantoso.
No te resignes.
Huye.
Among Walt Whitman’s papers in the Valentine-Barrett collection at the University of Virginia is a handwritten manuscript titled “Live Oak, with Moss.” A dozen poems, the short collection is the first known iteration of what Whitman would develop into the longer Calamus sequence, published in the 1860 version of Leaves of Grass.
Fredson Bowers, who first discovered the early Calamus cluster, described the topical poems as “narrating an unhappy love affair … having special autobiographical significance for Whitman.”
Later, while visiting the Berg Collection in New York, Bowers came across a note in Whitman’s handwriting on the back of a separate ms. that contained parts of the first “Live Oak” poem and spoke to the general vision of the early sequence:
Poems
A cluster of poems, sonnets expressing the thoughts,
pictures, aspirations, &c
Fit to be perused during the days of the approach of Death.
(that I have prepared myself for that purpose.—
(Remember now—
Remember the[n]
“Live Oak, with Moss” is published here as a stand-alone collection, separated from the larger sequence and reconstructed as originally written and ordered by Whitman. Photos of the manuscript are accompanied by transcriptions, including edits, on facing pages.
LIVE OAK, WITH MOSS is available from The Economy Press.
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mathesis (okuyarak bilme), pathesis (deneyimle bilme) gnosis (sezgi ile bilme) ya da gökyüzü altında söylenmemiş söz yoktur* meşrebinize göre ilmel yakin, aynel yakin, hakkel yakin.
bana kalırsa bu kitapta sekiz tane (hissetmenin tözü, özgürlüğün biyolojisi, lezzetin özü, belleğin yönetimi, görme olayı, müzğin kaynağı, dilin yapısı, ortaya çıkan benlik) dile getirilemeyen ‘’öykü’’ (beden, bellek, görme, tat, koku, işitme, dil ve benlik.) hads var.
(hads: sen ve bilmek istediğin şey arasında direkt olarak gerçekleşen bilme türü, kavrayış, sezgi.)
arka kapaktan: marcel proust tüm gününü yatakta geçirir, eski günleri düşünürdü. paul cézanne saatler boyu öylece bir elmaya bakardı. auguste escoffier sadece müşterilerini memnun etmeye çalışırdı. igor stravinski müşterilerini memnun etmemeye çalışırdı. gertrude stein ise sözcüklerle oynamayı severdi. fakat aralarındaki teknik farklara rağmen, bu sanatçıların hepsi de insan deneyimine sonu gelmez bir ilgi duyuyordu. yarattıkları eserler keşif edimleriydi, anlayamadıkları gizemlerle bu şekilde boğuşuyorlardı.
jonah lehrer proust bir sinirbilimciydi’de kendi alanlarına damga vurmuş sekiz isim üzerinden, sanatçıların bilim alanında kanıtlanmış olguları bilimcilerden önce sezgileriyle öngördüklerini herkesçe anlaşılır bir dille anlatıyor. bunu yaparken duygularla düşünceler arasındaki ayrıma olduğu gibi, sanatla bilim arasındaki katı işbölümüne de karşı çıkıyor ve yeni bir yol, “dördüncü kültür” yolunu öneriyor. fakat dördüncü bir kültüre ulaşabilmemiz için öncelikle sahip olduğumuz iki kültürün alışkanlıklarını değiştirmesi gerekir. hepsinden önce, beşeri bilimler samimi bir adımla pozitif bilimlerle bağ kurmalıdır. proust bir sinirbilimciydi bu yolda atılmış önemli bir adım.
"Nunca hubo más principio que ahora, ni más juventud ni vejez que ahora; ni habrá más perfección que ahora, ni más infierno ni cielo que ahora. Walt Whitman.
Wretched Power | 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 (BOOK ONE) (on Wattpad)
Death can cause people to do the unpredictable.
Welton Academy didn't house girls. There were no exceptions. Generation after generation after generation of grade-hypnotised men and their sons walked the halls, slept in the beds, and ate the famous Mystery Meat every day. They expected their great-great grandsons to attend the same school, carry the same amount of books, sleep in the same beds, and obey the same rules.
O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman (subtitled excerpt - PART 1)
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Witman wrote “O Captain, My Captain!” as a dedication to Abraham Lincoln, comparing him to the captain of a ship - a ship that is a symbol for the United States. The speaker pivots between the nation's joy at the end of the war and its private grief at Lincoln's death.
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The Last Quarter Moon Gives A Pale Wintry Light/Late Night Thoughts Following Spinal Surgery
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Hello fellow humans and carpenter, and married people and unmarried children and pilots and mates and duck-shooters and deacons and spinning girls and farmers and lunatics and jour printers and quadroon girls and machinists and young fellows and women and men and grass and ants and everyone everywhere doing anything and everything...
My name is
"Walt Whitman, an American, one of the roughs, a kosmos,
Disorderly fleshy and sensual . . . . eating drinking and breeding,
No sentimentalist . . . . no stander above men and women or apart from them . . . . no more modest than immodest" (Me, Leaves of Grass, 1855).
I am so honored to join this fantastical community where we can all communicate and revel in the wonder that is life.
I know that I can learn so much from all of you, just as you can learn so much from me - the multitudes I contain.
Cannot wait to "sound my barbaric yawp" all throughout Tumblr.