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October 15th, 2009:

Whitman Hunt

In my New Media class, we’re discussing the concepts of ARGs, which are kind of like simulated quests with storylines. Here’s a website about them: http://www.argn.com/

Anyway, one of the ARGs that the class is playing is called “Who is Grayson OziasIV, and where is his fortune?” It’s sponsored by our friends at Levi Strauss, and so guess who the game features? None other than our buddy Whitman. The players have been issued various clues (audio files, videos, images, etc), and they’re supposed to go find objects that the leaders have hidden, which lead to more clues, which will eventually lead to $100,000. The first set of clues led everyone to New York, and then later, to New Orleans, where someone was given an 1884 edition of “Leaves of Grass” by a strange man in a hat (I’m serious). Now, the players are following a Benedict cipher through the poems.

You can follow Grayson OziasIV on Twitter (http://twitter.com/GraysonOziasIV). If you do, every day he tweets several quotes from “Leaves,” with most of them being from “Song of Myself.” No one’s sure what to do with these yet. I bet one of the clues will eventually lead somewhere near Fredericksburg. Anybody else feel like playing?

Whitman Hunt

In my New Media class, we’re discussing the concepts of ARGs, which are kind of like simulated quests with storylines. Here’s a website about them: http://www.argn.com/

Anyway, one of the ARGs that the class is playing is called “Who is Grayson OziasIV, and where is his fortune?” It’s sponsored by our friends at Levi Strauss, and so guess who the game features? None other than our buddy Whitman. The players have been issued various clues (audio files, videos, images, etc), and they’re supposed to go find objects that the leaders have hidden, which lead to more clues, which will eventually lead to $100,000. The first set of clues led everyone to New York, and then later, to New Orleans, where someone was given an 1884 edition of “Leaves of Grass” by a strange man in a hat (I’m serious). Now, the players are following a Benedict cipher through the poems.

You can follow Grayson OziasIV on Twitter (http://twitter.com/GraysonOziasIV). If you do, every day he tweets several quotes from “Leaves,” with most of them being from “Song of Myself.” No one’s sure what to do with these yet. I bet one of the clues will eventually lead somewhere near Fredericksburg. Anybody else feel like playing?

Jessica for October 20th

 Clearly Whitman is expressing his love of nature in the passages between pages 803 and 874.  I thought all of his imagery was wonderfully depicted, and his words put me right there next to him.  I loved how he went through an entire year of the different seasons, and the things that signify each season for Whitman.  Having grown up in the North East myself,  I could relate with so many of the images Whitman was explaining, and was travelling with him through the beauty and symbolism that every season represents.   

However, I think what was really great for me as an active reader in these poems was all of the sounds that Whitman was describing.  He talks about the swarming bees in the summertime.  In the fall he observes  the racing squirrel, reading himself for the winter.  “No sound but the cawing of crows… their incessant cawing, far or near”, say Whitman.  When Whitman travels to the Jersey Shore he says, “in sight of the ocean, listening to its hoarse murmur”, “with the ocean perpetual, grandly, rolling in upon it, with slow-measured sweep, with rustle and hiss and foam, and many a thump as of low bass drums” .  In the winter he takes a boat across the Delaware back to Camden and says “The ice, sometimes in hummocks, sometimes floating fields,  through which the boat goes crunching” .  The following piece is called “Spring Overtures-Recreations, and it begins, “The first chirping, almost singing, of a bird today.  Then I noticed a couple of honey-bees spiriting and humming about the open window in the sun…..The owl….. too-oo-oo-oo-oo”. 

I could really go on and on and on with all of the imagery of sound that Whitman provides throughout these poems.  Whitman uses sounds to differentiate every season.  These poems are so audible, and touch me on such a personal level.  All of these sounds are familiar to me, and all of them take me to a different place in my life. 

For me, I think the most vivid sound, and one which Whitman describes, is that of the cicadas.  As long as I can remember the sound of the cicadas has been the soundtrack of my summers.  As Spring gets warmer and warmer, and school comes to an end, I always knew summer was approaching.  But, the sound of the cicadas is the sound of summer.  That first scorching hot day when you’re outside playing kickball and you hear the cicadas singing, you know that it truly is summer.

When I was in Thailand I stayed in a remote village outside of Chiang Mai.  A bit more than a dozen of us, both locals and travelers made up the entire population of this hilltop village, where we sat around a fire smoking and listening to the one villager play hotel California over and over again on his guitar, because it was seemingly the only song he knew, when another native came over holding a cicada.  He then proceeded to put the cicada in his mouth, and hold its wings between his teeth as the cicada sang its song.  It may have been the craziest thing I have ever seen, and I think Whitman would have loved it, because it is probably as close to nature as one can ever get.  The guy playing the guitar was no competition for the guy playing the cicada. 

cicadas sound

Jessica for October 20th

 Clearly Whitman is expressing his love of nature in the passages between pages 803 and 874.  I thought all of his imagery was wonderfully depicted, and his words put me right there next to him.  I loved how he went through an entire year of the different seasons, and the things that signify each season for Whitman.  Having grown up in the North East myself,  I could relate with so many of the images Whitman was explaining, and was travelling with him through the beauty and symbolism that every season represents.   

However, I think what was really great for me as an active reader in these poems was all of the sounds that Whitman was describing.  He talks about the swarming bees in the summertime.  In the fall he observes  the racing squirrel, reading himself for the winter.  “No sound but the cawing of crows… their incessant cawing, far or near”, say Whitman.  When Whitman travels to the Jersey Shore he says, “in sight of the ocean, listening to its hoarse murmur”, “with the ocean perpetual, grandly, rolling in upon it, with slow-measured sweep, with rustle and hiss and foam, and many a thump as of low bass drums” .  In the winter he takes a boat across the Delaware back to Camden and says “The ice, sometimes in hummocks, sometimes floating fields,  through which the boat goes crunching” .  The following piece is called “Spring Overtures-Recreations, and it begins, “The first chirping, almost singing, of a bird today.  Then I noticed a couple of honey-bees spiriting and humming about the open window in the sun…..The owl….. too-oo-oo-oo-oo”. 

I could really go on and on and on with all of the imagery of sound that Whitman provides throughout these poems.  Whitman uses sounds to differentiate every season.  These poems are so audible, and touch me on such a personal level.  All of these sounds are familiar to me, and all of them take me to a different place in my life. 

For me, I think the most vivid sound, and one which Whitman describes, is that of the cicadas.  As long as I can remember the sound of the cicadas has been the soundtrack of my summers.  As Spring gets warmer and warmer, and school comes to an end, I always knew summer was approaching.  But, the sound of the cicadas is the sound of summer.  That first scorching hot day when you’re outside playing kickball and you hear the cicadas singing, you know that it truly is summer.

When I was in Thailand I stayed in a remote village outside of Chiang Mai.  A bit more than a dozen of us, both locals and travelers made up the entire population of this hilltop village, where we sat around a fire smoking and listening to the one villager play hotel California over and over again on his guitar, because it was seemingly the only song he knew, when another native came over holding a cicada.  He then proceeded to put the cicada in his mouth, and hold its wings between his teeth as the cicada sang its song.  It may have been the craziest thing I have ever seen, and I think Whitman would have loved it, because it is probably as close to nature as one can ever get.  The guy playing the guitar was no competition for the guy playing the cicada. 

cicadas sound

Jessica for October 20th

 Clearly Whitman is expressing his love of nature in the passages between pages 803 and 874.  I thought all of his imagery was wonderfully depicted, and his words put me right there next to him.  I loved how he went through an entire year of the different seasons, and the things that signify each season for Whitman.  Having grown up in the North East myself,  I could relate with so many of the images Whitman was explaining, and was travelling with him through the beauty and symbolism that every season represents.   

However, I think what was really great for me as an active reader in these poems was all of the sounds that Whitman was describing.  He talks about the swarming bees in the summertime.  In the fall he observes  the racing squirrel, reading himself for the winter.  “No sound but the cawing of crows… their incessant cawing, far or near”, say Whitman.  When Whitman travels to the Jersey Shore he says, “in sight of the ocean, listening to its hoarse murmur”, “with the ocean perpetual, grandly, rolling in upon it, with slow-measured sweep, with rustle and hiss and foam, and many a thump as of low bass drums” .  In the winter he takes a boat across the Delaware back to Camden and says “The ice, sometimes in hummocks, sometimes floating fields,  through which the boat goes crunching” .  The following piece is called “Spring Overtures-Recreations, and it begins, “The first chirping, almost singing, of a bird today.  Then I noticed a couple of honey-bees spiriting and humming about the open window in the sun…..The owl….. too-oo-oo-oo-oo”. 

I could really go on and on and on with all of the imagery of sound that Whitman provides throughout these poems.  Whitman uses sounds to differentiate every season.  These poems are so audible, and touch me on such a personal level.  All of these sounds are familiar to me, and all of them take me to a different place in my life. 

For me, I think the most vivid sound, and one which Whitman describes, is that of the cicadas.  As long as I can remember the sound of the cicadas has been the soundtrack of my summers.  As Spring gets warmer and warmer, and school comes to an end, I always knew summer was approaching.  But, the sound of the cicadas is the sound of summer.  That first scorching hot day when you’re outside playing kickball and you hear the cicadas singing, you know that it truly is summer.

When I was in Thailand I stayed in a remote village outside of Chiang Mai.  A bit more than a dozen of us, both locals and travelers made up the entire population of this hilltop village, where we sat around a fire smoking and listening to the one villager play hotel California over and over again on his guitar, because it was seemingly the only song he knew, when another native came over holding a cicada.  He then proceeded to put the cicada in his mouth, and hold its wings between his teeth as the cicada sang its song.  It may have been the craziest thing I have ever seen, and I think Whitman would have loved it, because it is probably as close to nature as one can ever get.  The guy playing the guitar was no competition for the guy playing the cicada. 

cicadas sound

Whitman, Default Answer

Setting: Jeopardy!, October 14, 2009

Final Jeopardy Category: Poets

Final Jeopardy Answer:

In a 1921 letter this American-born poet had “a long poem in mind… which I am wishful to finish,” and he did at 433 lines.

Two of the contestants wrote: Who is Walt Whitman?

Why we might cut those guys some slack: If a contestant’s expertise is not literature, and s/he has to play on strategy, why not turn to this American icon?  Besides being “under our bootsoles” in about 93 examples we Dr. Scanlon has posted, Whitman is a common Jeopardy! topic.  Add to that the buzz-words “American” and “long poem,” and I can see how he’s a better guess than a lot of other poets (although the cynical part of me wants to say the distinction of “American-born” should have tipped off the contestants that the poet wasn’t indisputably American.  It also seems a little wild to me that two people in the same episode can make it through all the hurdles to get on that show and not know enough about literature, a regular Jeopardy! component, to guess someone who was alive a little closer to 1921.  Of course, weeks ago, we were discussing Whitman and T. S. Eliot side-by-side, so maybe these two icons are paired together more than I realize.  And now that I’ve gotten this post off my chest, I probably need to get off my high horse.)

Whitman, Default Answer

Setting: Jeopardy!, October 14, 2009

Final Jeopardy Category: Poets

Final Jeopardy Answer:

In a 1921 letter this American-born poet had “a long poem in mind… which I am wishful to finish,” and he did at 433 lines.

Two of the contestants wrote: Who is Walt Whitman?

Why we might cut those guys some slack: If a contestant’s expertise is not literature, and s/he has to play on strategy, why not turn to this American icon?  Besides being “under our bootsoles” in about 93 examples we Dr. Scanlon has posted, Whitman is a common Jeopardy! topic.  Add to that the buzz-words “American” and “long poem,” and I can see how he’s a better guess than a lot of other poets (although the cynical part of me wants to say the distinction of “American-born” should have tipped off the contestants that the poet wasn’t indisputably American.  It also seems a little wild to me that two people in the same episode can make it through all the hurdles to get on that show and not know enough about literature, a regular Jeopardy! component, to guess someone who was alive a little closer to 1921.  Of course, weeks ago, we were discussing Whitman and T. S. Eliot side-by-side, so maybe these two icons are paired together more than I realize.  And now that I’ve gotten this post off my chest, I probably need to get off my high horse.)

Whitman, Default Answer

Setting: Jeopardy!, October 14, 2009

Final Jeopardy Category: Poets

Final Jeopardy Answer:

In a 1921 letter this American-born poet had “a long poem in mind… which I am wishful to finish,” and he did at 433 lines.

Two of the contestants wrote: Who is Walt Whitman?

Why we might cut those guys some slack: If a contestant’s expertise is not literature, and s/he has to play on strategy, why not turn to this American icon?  Besides being “under our bootsoles” in about 93 examples we Dr. Scanlon has posted, Whitman is a common Jeopardy! topic.  Add to that the buzz-words “American” and “long poem,” and I can see how he’s a better guess than a lot of other poets (although the cynical part of me wants to say the distinction of “American-born” should have tipped off the contestants that the poet wasn’t indisputably American.  It also seems a little wild to me that two people in the same episode can make it through all the hurdles to get on that show and not know enough about literature, a regular Jeopardy! component, to guess someone who was alive a little closer to 1921.  Of course, weeks ago, we were discussing Whitman and T. S. Eliot side-by-side, so maybe these two icons are paired together more than I realize.  And now that I’ve gotten this post off my chest, I probably need to get off my high horse.)

Whitman, Default Answer

Setting: Jeopardy!, October 14, 2009

Final Jeopardy Category: Poets

Final Jeopardy Answer:

In a 1921 letter this American-born poet had “a long poem in mind… which I am wishful to finish,” and he did at 433 lines.

Two of the contestants wrote: Who is Walt Whitman?

Why we might cut those guys some slack: If a contestant’s expertise is not literature, and s/he has to play on strategy, why not turn to this American icon?  Besides being “under our bootsoles” in about 93 examples we Dr. Scanlon has posted, Whitman is a common Jeopardy! topic.  Add to that the buzz-words “American” and “long poem,” and I can see how he’s a better guess than a lot of other poets (although the cynical part of me wants to say the distinction of “American-born” should have tipped off the contestants that the poet wasn’t indisputably American.  It also seems a little wild to me that two people in the same episode can make it through all the hurdles to get on that show and not know enough about literature, a regular Jeopardy! component, to guess someone who was alive a little closer to 1921.  Of course, weeks ago, we were discussing Whitman and T. S. Eliot side-by-side, so maybe these two icons are paired together more than I realize.  And now that I’ve gotten this post off my chest, I probably need to get off my high horse.)

Whitman’s Missing Notebooks and The Cardboard Butterfly

    

buttefly

butterfly 2

Photo Credit: Library of Congres Archives

     After the attack on Pearl Harbor, the Library of Congress in Washington, D.C. boxed up nearly 5,000 crates of historical documents, including the Walt Whitman Archives, and sent them to different areas for safekeeping until the war ended.  Upon their return it appeared that one of the crates had been penetrated, and ten of Walt Whitman’s notebooks and his cardboard butterfly were missing.  Donated in 1918, the collection consists of poetry and prose manuscripts, letters, notes and notebooks, proofs, etc, written by Whitman throughout his literary career. 

     February 24, 1995 four of the notebooks and the cardboard butterfly were returned when a young man brought them to Sotheby’s to be appraised, claiming they were from his father’s estate.  These notebooks are still quite a mystery, as six of the ten are still missing.  However, since the recovery of the first four and the cardboard butterfly, their images have been scanned in order to preserve them, and have been made available online through the Library of Congress.

   These notebooks and the cardboard butterfly are vastly  important to the literarytitle page world.  “It is safe to estimate that Whitman created at least one hundred notebooks of greatly varying sizes and descriptions” (Birney).  Whitman had many notebooks, some hand crafted and small enough to fit in his pack, which he used on a regular basis throughout his career to jot down parts of his poetry and prose, and to remember experiences vividly that he wanted to use to recapture in later poems.  The contents of the notebooks are quite valuable and historically important because they are the hand written notes from the poet himself.  Many of the notes are written by Whitman during his Civil War years, including “cryptic observations on life on the battlefield and death in Civil War hospitals, and detailed notes such as a reporter would make for later reference”(Fineberg). 

     Deemed the father of free verse, these notebooks are so important because one can see jus t by looking at the pages how much Whitman revised, worked, and re-worked, crossed out, and added to his own work.  The mastery of his genius can be seen through his constant revisions, and how every word of his work was toiled over until he deemed it fit.  These notebooks contain notes of wounded soldier’s needs, which he used to create his prose work on the Civil War.  Alice L. Birney, an American literature specialist in the Manuscript division said of the notebooks, “These notebooks are the primary record of the poet’s very early career, while he was a journalist (during the 1840s), and during his years in Washington while he was a volunteer nurse in the Civil War” (Fineberg).  whitman requests 2The importance of these notes can be seen when reading Whitman’s prose of the Civil War, and the stories he provides of the soldiers and their wants.  “In these he noted what treats a soldier might like on the next visit — raspberry syrup, rice-pudding, notepaper and pencil — or notes and addresses of family to whom Whitman would then write in place of the gravely wounded or dead young man. Occasionally he would also describe scenes on the battle-field, probably from reports from others in the camps” (Birney).  When one reads Whitman’s prose he sees the story told of the soldier who craved rice-pudding, and  how Whitman’s recounts writing letters for the soldiers to send home.  It is interesting to see how his prose developed from the simple notes he collected from his war-time experiences, to the moving tales he prints later.

 

     Moreover, the notebooks also contain the early workings of “Song Of Myself”.  In Fineberg’s article she says that Sotheby’s claims, “the more important of the four recovered notebooks  is the earliest, dated 1847, which contains about 47 small leaves densely written in pencil with aphorism, observations, and extensively revised poetry, including early drafts of “Song of Myself”. 

      Through these drafts we can see Whitman’s different techniques in revising his poetry, and we can see visually how his poetry unfolded, from first drafts, to revisions, to the final versions that are still being printed today. 

     As far as the cardboard butterfly is concerned, its recovery is equally as important as the recovery of the notebooks.  Whitman liked to portray himself as one with nature.  Whitman clearly had a fondness for butterflies, as seen in the photos of Whitman holding his hand out with a butterfly perched upon his finger. “He used the butterfly-on-hand as a recurring motif in his books and intended for this photo to be reproduced as the frontispiece in this sample proof of Leaves from 1891” (Curtis).

with butterfly

Photo Credit: Charles E. Feinberg Collection, Library of Congress

      Whitman claimed the butterfly was real.  “Yes–that was an actual moth,” he told Traubel; “the picture is substantially literal: we were good friends: I had quite the in-and-out of taming, or fraternizing with, some of the insects, animals.” Whitman told the historian William Roscoe Thayer, “I’ve always had the knack of attracting birds and butterflies and other wild critters” (Folsome and Genoways).  Although it is known that the butterfly was actually cardboard, as seen above, it is quite important to note Whitman’s attachment to nature and the physical world.

     It is interesting to wonder what the impact of “Leaves of Grass” would have been had this been the frontispiece for the collection. As much as Whitman does explicate his love of nature and the physical world in parts of the collection, the major theme seems to be his love of humanity, America, and the unity of man. One wonders what the perception of the collection of poetry would have been had he used the above image in place of the picture that was used.

     Printed on the cardboard butterfly is a hymn written by John Mason Neale, and on the opposing side is a vibrant coloring of the insect.  The hymn bears no significance to Whitman’s poetry, and is merely a prop used for his photograph.  It has been remarked that the believability of Whitman’s comment is non-existent, since he is sitting in a smoking jacket in an indoor studio, where the occurrence of a butterfly just passing through and landing on Whitman’s hand is unlikely.    However, it is clear that the poet had a fondness for both photography and nature, and wanted his love of nature to be shown through the photo.  Whether the butterfly was real or not is trivial when compared to the impact Whitman had through his poetry and through this photo.  Still being displayed today, and being seen as a thing of value for the Library of Congress, Whitman’s cardboard butterfly and the notebooks that it resides with are clearly of great value to the scholarly world. 

 

 

 Works Cited

Birney, Alice L. “About Whitman’s Notebooks”.  Library of Congress Manuscript Division.                         .           http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/whitman/wwntbks.html

Taylor, W. Curtis. “Whitman with Butterfly, 1877,”

Albumen photograph frontispiece in sample proof of Leaves of Grass, 1891. Rare Books and Special Collections Division. Library of Congress. <http://www.loc.gov/exhibits/treasures/images/ww0048p1s.jpg>.

Finberg, Gail. “LC’s Missing Whitman Notes Found in N.Y.”. The Library of Congress Gazette                               February 24, 1995.  http://rs6.loc.gov/ammem/collections/whitman/gazette1.html

Folsom, Ed and Genoways, Ted. “’This Heart’s Geography’s Map’: The Photographs of Walt                   Whitman”.  Virginia Quarterly. Spring 2005.        http://www.vqronline.org/articles/2005/spring/genoways-this-hearts-geographys/

 All Photos are credited to the Library of Congress Web Site

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