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July 05, 2005

WELL, FOR STARTERS, THEY'D BE MASTURBATING ALL DAY LONG

The Boston Globe op-ed pages adds it two cents worth to the ongoing Walt Whitman festivities.

Whitman called ''Leaves of Grass" ''the new Bible." He had a messianic view of himself as poetic Answerer come to heal American society. By absorbing and magnifying his culture's best aspects, he believed his poetry could help unify a nation fractured by class conflicts, shady politics, and racial tensions. The poet, he wrote in his preface, ''is the equalizer of his age and land. . . he supplies what wants supplying and checks what wants checking." He offered a recipe for healing: ''This is what you shall do . . . read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life."

Imagine if everyone followed his advice. What would happen if millions of people read his poetry regularly, absorbed it, and applied its meanings to daily life? What, in short, would be the world according to Walt Whitman?

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Bert Hesper

'They'd be masturbating all day long?'
Anyone who would like to try this with me?
bhesper

Posted by: Bert Hesper | July 05, 2006 at 11:14 PM

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