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September 7th, 2009:

Song of Eunice

There is no stoppage, and never can be stoppage;

If I and you and the worlds and all beneath or upon their surfaces,

and all the palpable life, were this moment reduced back to

 a pallid float, it would not avail in the long run,

We should surely bring up again where we now stand,

And as surely go as much farther, and then farther and farther

                                                                                                                        ——Whitman

             I choose these lines because “life” is no stopPage, and never can be stoppage.  Time is keep running and there are a lot of things waiting for me to do.  I’m sure that I have the ability to go farther and much farther than now in the futher.

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Song of Eunice

There is no stoppage, and never can be stoppage;

If I and you and the worlds and all beneath or upon their surfaces,

and all the palpable life, were this moment reduced back to

 a pallid float, it would not avail in the long run,

We should surely bring up again where we now stand,

And as surely go as much farther, and then farther and farther

                                                                                                                        ——Whitman

             I choose these lines because “life” is no stopPage, and never can be stoppage.  Time is keep running and there are a lot of things waiting for me to do.  I’m sure that I have the ability to go farther and much farther than now in the futher.

p21

Song of Eunice

There is no stoppage, and never can be stoppage;

If I and you and the worlds and all beneath or upon their surfaces,

and all the palpable life, were this moment reduced back to

 a pallid float, it would not avail in the long run,

We should surely bring up again where we now stand,

And as surely go as much farther, and then farther and farther

                                                                                                                        ——Whitman

             I choose these lines because “life” is no stopPage, and never can be stoppage.  Time is keep running and there are a lot of things waiting for me to do.  I’m sure that I have the ability to go farther and much farther than now in the futher.

p21

Sam P.’s Image Gloss

Since the geographic focus of our particular course includes nothing so far off and up the continent as the Penobscot River (Jim says we’re a Southern town, so this is in the interest of balance), I figured we could use a partial compendium of the more obscure towns, regions and bodies of water Whitman calls up in “Song of the Broad-Axe.”  Whitman proves again to be the father of a popular and entirely contemporary cultural practice: the place-name shout-out.  (See Wu-Tang’s 36 Chambers album for more current evidence.)

  • Willamette (332): a regional name in Oregon that belongs simultaneously to a town, a valley, that valley’s river, and a national forest.

Willamette River Valley

  • “the most ancient Hindustanee” (337): Hindustan is an umbrella term for South Asia, though it now commonly refers more specifically to the Republic of India.  The name refers, of course, to the region’s prevailing currents of Hindu religion and culture.
  • “Cutters down of wood and haulers of it to the Penobscot or Kennebec” (339): Both the Penobscot and the Kennebec are south-flowing Maine rivers that empty into the Atlantic Ocean.
from Wikipedia

Penobscot River watershed

Of course, these names might have seemed no less distant, and even exotic, to mid-nineteenth-century American readers than California, Ottawa and the Rio Grande, which Whitman also includes in the poem’s vastly encompassing enumerations.  Such far-reaching invocations lend the poem an inclusive scope that acknowledges the specific identity of every inch of the nation Whitman apostrophizes in his writing:

“(America! I do not vaunt my love for you,

I have what I have.)” (338)

All geographical information provided by Wikipedia.  Whitman would use it, you know.

Sam P.’s Image Gloss

Since the geographic focus of our particular course includes nothing so far off and up the continent as the Penobscot River (Jim says we’re a Southern town, so this is in the interest of balance), I figured we could use a partial compendium of the more obscure towns, regions and bodies of water Whitman calls up in “Song of the Broad-Axe.”  Whitman proves again to be the father of a popular and entirely contemporary cultural practice: the place-name shout-out.  (See Wu-Tang’s 36 Chambers album for more current evidence.)

  • Willamette (332): a regional name in Oregon that belongs simultaneously to a town, a valley, that valley’s river, and a national forest.

Willamette River Valley

  • “the most ancient Hindustanee” (337): Hindustan is an umbrella term for South Asia, though it now commonly refers more specifically to the Republic of India.  The name refers, of course, to the region’s prevailing currents of Hindu religion and culture.
  • “Cutters down of wood and haulers of it to the Penobscot or Kennebec” (339): Both the Penobscot and the Kennebec are south-flowing Maine rivers that empty into the Atlantic Ocean.
from Wikipedia

Penobscot River watershed

Of course, these names might have seemed no less distant, and even exotic, to mid-nineteenth-century American readers than California, Ottawa and the Rio Grande, which Whitman also includes in the poem’s vastly encompassing enumerations.  Such far-reaching invocations lend the poem an inclusive scope that acknowledges the specific identity of every inch of the nation Whitman apostrophizes in his writing:

“(America! I do not vaunt my love for you,

I have what I have.)” (338)

All geographical information provided by Wikipedia.  Whitman would use it, you know.

Song of [Life of] Brian

JessBrian_045

I see the bearer of the great fruit which is immortality
the good thereof is not tasted by roues, and never can be.

The male is not less the soul, nor more.  He too is in
his place,
He too is all qualities.  He is of action and power.
The flush of the known universe is in him.

Where else does he strike soundings except here?

Song of [Life of] Brian

JessBrian_045

I see the bearer of the great fruit which is immortality
the good thereof is not tasted by roues, and never can be.

The male is not less the soul, nor more.  He too is in
his place,
He too is all qualities.  He is of action and power.
The flush of the known universe is in him.

Where else does he strike soundings except here?

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