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October 16th, 2009:

NOW AND THEN

Oct 16th, 2009
by fabfab.
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In Walt Whitman’s new york, chapter fourteen talks about the origin of the NYC fire department. he explains how the fireman were chosen and what were their means of combating fires. in this chapter he also mentions the original fire house located in FRONT street, near FULTON. I went to these streets mentions and found no firehouse. searched on line and found this picture on the NY public library website, it is a view of the bridge and the neighborhood in 1978, even though Whitman talks about this location in 1785, this picture gives you a sense of the neighborhood looked in the past.oldoldfultonice cream

In both pictures you can see the ice cream house which is still very famous and still highly visited.

NOW AND THEN

Oct 16th, 2009
by fabfab.
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In Walt Whitman’s new york, chapter fourteen talks about the origin of the NYC fire department. he explains how the fireman were chosen and what were their means of combating fires. in this chapter he also mentions the original fire house located in FRONT street, near FULTON. I went to these streets mentions and found no firehouse. searched on line and found this picture on the NY public library website, it is a view of the bridge and the neighborhood in 1978, even though Whitman talks about this location in 1785, this picture gives you a sense of the neighborhood looked in the past.oldoldfultonice cream

In both pictures you can see the ice cream house which is still very famous and still highly visited.

NOW AND THEN

Oct 16th, 2009
by fabfab.
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In Walt Whitman’s new york, chapter fourteen talks about the origin of the NYC fire department. he explains how the fireman were chosen and what were their means of combating fires. in this chapter he also mentions the original fire house located in FRONT street, near FULTON. I went to these streets mentions and found no firehouse. searched on line and found this picture on the NY public library website, it is a view of the bridge and the neighborhood in 1978, even though Whitman talks about this location in 1785, this picture gives you a sense of the neighborhood looked in the past.oldoldfultonice cream

In both pictures you can see the ice cream house which is still very famous and still highly visited.

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song of ermir

Oct 16th, 2009
by miri.
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ermir

I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,
Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,
Stuffed with stuff that is coarse, ans stuffed  with the stuff that is fine,
One of the great nations, the nation of many nations – the smallest the same and the larges the same,
A southern soon as a northerner, a planter nonchalant and hospitable,
A Yankee bound my one way . . . . ready for trade . . . . my joints the limberest joints on earth and the sternest joints on earth,
A Kentuckian walking the vale of the Elkhorn in my deerskin leggings,
A boatman over the lakes or bays or along coast . . . . a Hoosier, a Badger, a Buckeye,
A Louisianian or Georgian, a poke-easy from sandhills and pines,
At home on Canadian snowshoes or up in the bush, or with fisherman off Newfoundland,
At home in the fleet if iceboats, sailing with the rest and tacking,
At home on the hills of Vermont or in the woods of Maine or the Texan ranch,
Comrade of Californians . . . . comrade of three northwesterners, loving their big proportions,
Comrade of raftsmen and coalmen – comrade of all who shake hands and welcome to drink and meat;
A learner with simplest, a teacher if the thoughtfulest,
A novice beginning experient of myriads of seasons,
Of every hue and trade and rank, of every caste and religion,
Not merely of the New World but Africa Europe or Asia . . . . a wandering savage,
A farmer, mechanic, or artist . . . . a gentelman, sailor, lover or quaker
A prisoner, fancy-man, rowdy, lawyer, physician or priest.

page 44-45.

>Whitman is everyone of us and he expresses freely in his poem and everyone of us can find them-self in the lines of Whitman. But  can Whitman represent the society of the time he lived and how can his writings be still relevant to today’s society?

song of ermir

Oct 16th, 2009
by miri.
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ermir

I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,
Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,
Stuffed with stuff that is coarse, ans stuffed  with the stuff that is fine,
One of the great nations, the nation of many nations – the smallest the same and the larges the same,
A southern soon as a northerner, a planter nonchalant and hospitable,
A Yankee bound my one way . . . . ready for trade . . . . my joints the limberest joints on earth and the sternest joints on earth,
A Kentuckian walking the vale of the Elkhorn in my deerskin leggings,
A boatman over the lakes or bays or along coast . . . . a Hoosier, a Badger, a Buckeye,
A Louisianian or Georgian, a poke-easy from sandhills and pines,
At home on Canadian snowshoes or up in the bush, or with fisherman off Newfoundland,
At home in the fleet if iceboats, sailing with the rest and tacking,
At home on the hills of Vermont or in the woods of Maine or the Texan ranch,
Comrade of Californians . . . . comrade of three northwesterners, loving their big proportions,
Comrade of raftsmen and coalmen – comrade of all who shake hands and welcome to drink and meat;
A learner with simplest, a teacher if the thoughtfulest,
A novice beginning experient of myriads of seasons,
Of every hue and trade and rank, of every caste and religion,
Not merely of the New World but Africa Europe or Asia . . . . a wandering savage,
A farmer, mechanic, or artist . . . . a gentelman, sailor, lover or quaker
A prisoner, fancy-man, rowdy, lawyer, physician or priest.

page 44-45.

>Whitman is everyone of us and he expresses freely in his poem and everyone of us can find them-self in the lines of Whitman. But  can Whitman represent the society of the time he lived and how can his writings be still relevant to today’s society?

song of ermir

Oct 16th, 2009
by miri.
Comments are off for this post

ermir

I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,
Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,
Stuffed with stuff that is coarse, ans stuffed  with the stuff that is fine,
One of the great nations, the nation of many nations – the smallest the same and the larges the same,
A southern soon as a northerner, a planter nonchalant and hospitable,
A Yankee bound my one way . . . . ready for trade . . . . my joints the limberest joints on earth and the sternest joints on earth,
A Kentuckian walking the vale of the Elkhorn in my deerskin leggings,
A boatman over the lakes or bays or along coast . . . . a Hoosier, a Badger, a Buckeye,
A Louisianian or Georgian, a poke-easy from sandhills and pines,
At home on Canadian snowshoes or up in the bush, or with fisherman off Newfoundland,
At home in the fleet if iceboats, sailing with the rest and tacking,
At home on the hills of Vermont or in the woods of Maine or the Texan ranch,
Comrade of Californians . . . . comrade of three northwesterners, loving their big proportions,
Comrade of raftsmen and coalmen – comrade of all who shake hands and welcome to drink and meat;
A learner with simplest, a teacher if the thoughtfulest,
A novice beginning experient of myriads of seasons,
Of every hue and trade and rank, of every caste and religion,
Not merely of the New World but Africa Europe or Asia . . . . a wandering savage,
A farmer, mechanic, or artist . . . . a gentelman, sailor, lover or quaker
A prisoner, fancy-man, rowdy, lawyer, physician or priest.

page 44-45.

>Whitman is everyone of us and he expresses freely in his poem and everyone of us can find them-self in the lines of Whitman. But  can Whitman represent the society of the time he lived and how can his writings be still relevant to today’s society?

Kevinv for Oct. 22

Oct 16th, 2009
by kevinv.
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This weeks reading kept the momentum of the every day occurances in Whitman’s life. It was a big leap for Whitman to go from such a horrific experiences in the Civil War to what he loves. But its what Whitman loves that makes him the poet that he is. I loved reading about the familiar places, sounds, and scents that both Whitman and we share.

The first passage that brought both memorys and laughter to me was Whitman’s mention of a “crazy woman”. In Cedar-Plums Like-Names Whitman states ” Then in my rambles down in Camden county i once found an old crazy woman gathering the clusters with zeal and joy. She show’d, as I was told afterward, a sort of infatuation for them, and every year placed and kept profuse bunches high and low about her room”. Now im not certain but im sure it was very unusual to have such a thing in the house then. Now days, alot of people including my mother gather them from the yard and use them as a decoration around the house… Nothing of much significance just grabbed my attention and could relate to the crazy ladies infatuation.

In many of these writings Whitman talks about the Delaware river, its back stream beauty and how much joy it brought him to sit aboard the Camden ferry for the better part of a day. This passed summer, me and my girlfriend rented a kayak and traveled through the entire Pennsauken Creek. Alot of our friends made fun of us for doing so; saying how crummy it must have been. But in all honesty it was one of the most peaceful and beautiful kayak trips I’ve been on. Every single thing Whitman credited the North East with was present in that 4 hour adventure. That is where i found Whitman!

One thing i found interesting is how late in life Whitman was when he wrote Specimen Days. At the time, he was going through many health issues from his stroke to his every day struggles from the “dreary winter”.  He mentions his body was almost always aching him then. I think what’s most important about Whitman is he didnt dwell on his own deteriation. Instead he kept a great diary of things he was in love with.  In fact, it is Camden county that Whitman Credits his recovery to. He claims the area gave him a “…second wind, or renewal of the lease of life”.

Kevinv for Oct. 22

Oct 16th, 2009
by kevinv.
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This weeks reading kept the momentum of the every day occurances in Whitman’s life. It was a big leap for Whitman to go from such a horrific experiences in the Civil War to what he loves. But its what Whitman loves that makes him the poet that he is. I loved reading about the familiar places, sounds, and scents that both Whitman and we share.

The first passage that brought both memorys and laughter to me was Whitman’s mention of a “crazy woman”. In Cedar-Plums Like-Names Whitman states ” Then in my rambles down in Camden county i once found an old crazy woman gathering the clusters with zeal and joy. She show’d, as I was told afterward, a sort of infatuation for them, and every year placed and kept profuse bunches high and low about her room”. Now im not certain but im sure it was very unusual to have such a thing in the house then. Now days, alot of people including my mother gather them from the yard and use them as a decoration around the house… Nothing of much significance just grabbed my attention and could relate to the crazy ladies infatuation.

In many of these writings Whitman talks about the Delaware river, its back stream beauty and how much joy it brought him to sit aboard the Camden ferry for the better part of a day. This passed summer, me and my girlfriend rented a kayak and traveled through the entire Pennsauken Creek. Alot of our friends made fun of us for doing so; saying how crummy it must have been. But in all honesty it was one of the most peaceful and beautiful kayak trips I’ve been on. Every single thing Whitman credited the North East with was present in that 4 hour adventure. That is where i found Whitman!

One thing i found interesting is how late in life Whitman was when he wrote Specimen Days. At the time, he was going through many health issues from his stroke to his every day struggles from the “dreary winter”.  He mentions his body was almost always aching him then. I think what’s most important about Whitman is he didnt dwell on his own deteriation. Instead he kept a great diary of things he was in love with.  In fact, it is Camden county that Whitman Credits his recovery to. He claims the area gave him a “…second wind, or renewal of the lease of life”.

Kevinv for Oct. 22

Oct 16th, 2009
by kevinv.
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This weeks reading kept the momentum of the every day occurances in Whitman’s life. It was a big leap for Whitman to go from such a horrific experiences in the Civil War to what he loves. But its what Whitman loves that makes him the poet that he is. I loved reading about the familiar places, sounds, and scents that both Whitman and we share.

The first passage that brought both memorys and laughter to me was Whitman’s mention of a “crazy woman”. In Cedar-Plums Like-Names Whitman states ” Then in my rambles down in Camden county i once found an old crazy woman gathering the clusters with zeal and joy. She show’d, as I was told afterward, a sort of infatuation for them, and every year placed and kept profuse bunches high and low about her room”. Now im not certain but im sure it was very unusual to have such a thing in the house then. Now days, alot of people including my mother gather them from the yard and use them as a decoration around the house… Nothing of much significance just grabbed my attention and could relate to the crazy ladies infatuation.

In many of these writings Whitman talks about the Delaware river, its back stream beauty and how much joy it brought him to sit aboard the Camden ferry for the better part of a day. This passed summer, me and my girlfriend rented a kayak and traveled through the entire Pennsauken Creek. Alot of our friends made fun of us for doing so; saying how crummy it must have been. But in all honesty it was one of the most peaceful and beautiful kayak trips I’ve been on. Every single thing Whitman credited the North East with was present in that 4 hour adventure. That is where i found Whitman!

One thing i found interesting is how late in life Whitman was when he wrote Specimen Days. At the time, he was going through many health issues from his stroke to his every day struggles from the “dreary winter”.  He mentions his body was almost always aching him then. I think what’s most important about Whitman is he didnt dwell on his own deteriation. Instead he kept a great diary of things he was in love with.  In fact, it is Camden county that Whitman Credits his recovery to. He claims the area gave him a “…second wind, or renewal of the lease of life”.

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