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November 5th, 2009:

get your education don’t forget from whence you came

I went to college with the performer, Lin-Manuel Miranda, also the director of the Broadway musical In the Heights. When I saw this video I was immediately reminded of this class. No, I’m not conflating the Revolutionary and Civil wars… I just hear echoes of Whitman in Miranda’s slam verse.

how does a bastard orphan son of a whore and a scotsman dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the caribbean by providence impoverished in squalor grow up to be a hero and a scholar – the ten dollar founding father without a father got a lot farther by working a lot harder by being a lot smarter by being a self-starter – by fourteen they had placed him in charge of a trade and charter and everyday when slaves were being slaughtered or chartered away across the waves our hamilton kept his guard up – inside he was longing for something to be a part of the brother was ready to beg steal borrow or barter – then a hurricane came and devastation rained and our man saw his future drip dripping down the drain put a pencil to his temple and connected it to his brain and he wrote his first refrain a testament to his pain – well the word got around they said this kid is insane man took up a collection just to send him to the mainland get your education don’t forget from whence you came and the world is gonna know your name

While it was the content of the lyrics that piqued my interest and drew a connection in my brain, so to speak, between Lin-Manuel’s take on Burr’s eulogy of Hamilton and our fine lyricist, then I got thinking, what could slam Whitman sound like?

If it’s taking too long to load, check it out on Youtube.

get your education don’t forget from whence you came

I went to college with the performer, Lin-Manuel Miranda, also the director of the Broadway musical In the Heights. When I saw this video I was immediately reminded of this class. No, I’m not conflating the Revolutionary and Civil wars… I just hear echoes of Whitman in Miranda’s slam verse.

how does a bastard orphan son of a whore and a scotsman dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the caribbean by providence impoverished in squalor grow up to be a hero and a scholar – the ten dollar founding father without a father got a lot farther by working a lot harder by being a lot smarter by being a self-starter – by fourteen they had placed him in charge of a trade and charter and everyday when slaves were being slaughtered or chartered away across the waves our hamilton kept his guard up – inside he was longing for something to be a part of the brother was ready to beg steal borrow or barter – then a hurricane came and devastation rained and our man saw his future drip dripping down the drain put a pencil to his temple and connected it to his brain and he wrote his first refrain a testament to his pain – well the word got around they said this kid is insane man took up a collection just to send him to the mainland get your education don’t forget from whence you came and the world is gonna know your name

While it was the content of the lyrics that piqued my interest and drew a connection in my brain, so to speak, between Lin-Manuel’s take on Burr’s eulogy of Hamilton and our fine lyricist, then I got thinking, what could slam Whitman sound like?

If it’s taking too long to load, check it out on Youtube.

get your education don’t forget from whence you came

I went to college with the performer, Lin-Manuel Miranda, also the director of the Broadway musical In the Heights. When I saw this video I was immediately reminded of this class. No, I’m not conflating the Revolutionary and Civil wars… I just hear echoes of Whitman in Miranda’s slam verse.

how does a bastard orphan son of a whore and a scotsman dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the caribbean by providence impoverished in squalor grow up to be a hero and a scholar – the ten dollar founding father without a father got a lot farther by working a lot harder by being a lot smarter by being a self-starter – by fourteen they had placed him in charge of a trade and charter and everyday when slaves were being slaughtered or chartered away across the waves our hamilton kept his guard up – inside he was longing for something to be a part of the brother was ready to beg steal borrow or barter – then a hurricane came and devastation rained and our man saw his future drip dripping down the drain put a pencil to his temple and connected it to his brain and he wrote his first refrain a testament to his pain – well the word got around they said this kid is insane man took up a collection just to send him to the mainland get your education don’t forget from whence you came and the world is gonna know your name

While it was the content of the lyrics that piqued my interest and drew a connection in my brain, so to speak, between Lin-Manuel’s take on Burr’s eulogy of Hamilton and our fine lyricist, then I got thinking, what could slam Whitman sound like?

If it’s taking too long to load, check it out on Youtube.

get your education don’t forget from whence you came

I went to college with the performer, Lin-Manuel Miranda, also the director of the Broadway musical In the Heights. When I saw this video I was immediately reminded of this class. No, I’m not conflating the Revolutionary and Civil wars… I just hear echoes of Whitman in Miranda’s slam verse.

how does a bastard orphan son of a whore and a scotsman dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the caribbean by providence impoverished in squalor grow up to be a hero and a scholar – the ten dollar founding father without a father got a lot farther by working a lot harder by being a lot smarter by being a self-starter – by fourteen they had placed him in charge of a trade and charter and everyday when slaves were being slaughtered or chartered away across the waves our hamilton kept his guard up – inside he was longing for something to be a part of the brother was ready to beg steal borrow or barter – then a hurricane came and devastation rained and our man saw his future drip dripping down the drain put a pencil to his temple and connected it to his brain and he wrote his first refrain a testament to his pain – well the word got around they said this kid is insane man took up a collection just to send him to the mainland get your education don’t forget from whence you came and the world is gonna know your name

While it was the content of the lyrics that piqued my interest and drew a connection in my brain, so to speak, between Lin-Manuel’s take on Burr’s eulogy of Hamilton and our fine lyricist, then I got thinking, what could slam Whitman sound like?

If it’s taking too long to load, check it out on Youtube.

get your education don’t forget from whence you came

I went to college with the performer, Lin-Manuel Miranda, also the director of the Broadway musical In the Heights. When I saw this video I was immediately reminded of this class. No, I’m not conflating the Revolutionary and Civil wars… I just hear echoes of Whitman in Miranda’s slam verse.

how does a bastard orphan son of a whore and a scotsman dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the caribbean by providence impoverished in squalor grow up to be a hero and a scholar – the ten dollar founding father without a father got a lot farther by working a lot harder by being a lot smarter by being a self-starter – by fourteen they had placed him in charge of a trade and charter and everyday when slaves were being slaughtered or chartered away across the waves our hamilton kept his guard up – inside he was longing for something to be a part of the brother was ready to beg steal borrow or barter – then a hurricane came and devastation rained and our man saw his future drip dripping down the drain put a pencil to his temple and connected it to his brain and he wrote his first refrain a testament to his pain – well the word got around they said this kid is insane man took up a collection just to send him to the mainland get your education don’t forget from whence you came and the world is gonna know your name

While it was the content of the lyrics that piqued my interest and drew a connection in my brain, so to speak, between Lin-Manuel’s take on Burr’s eulogy of Hamilton and our fine lyricist, then I got thinking, what could slam Whitman sound like?

If it’s taking too long to load, check it out on Youtube.

What I Learned in Class Today 11.5.09

“To A Certain Civilian”

UncleWalt

Yeah, thats pretty much what the poem was.

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What I Learned in Class Today 11.5.09

“To A Certain Civilian”

UncleWalt

Yeah, thats pretty much what the poem was.

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I’m Growing My Whitman Beard.

So this started as an Octobeard that was going in to No Shave November, then I found out about MaBeGroMo and since I’m going to have this throughout the semester, I’m officially dedicating it to Walt Whitman.

(Pictures when I get a camera)

I’m Growing My Whitman Beard.

So this started as an Octobeard that was going in to No Shave November, then I found out about MaBeGroMo and since I’m going to have this throughout the semester, I’m officially dedicating it to Walt Whitman.

(Pictures when I get a camera)

Song of… Me (karen)


Long enough have you dreamed contemptible dreams,
Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.

Long have you timidly waded, holding a plank by the shore,
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, and rise again and nod to me and shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.

I am the teacher of athletes,
He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my own,
He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.
(“Song of Myself”, 1855, p.86)

“I have never understood why he should be called ‘the good gray poet,’” wrote the novelist Henry Miller.  ” The color of his language, his temperament, his whole being is electric blue.”

Blue is my favorite color– the color of the eddies lapping the Brooklyn bridge and ferries, the color of the deep nightswimming sky over Mannahatta, the color of his eyes, the color of these lines.  Water imagery floats through the poems of Leaves of Grass, and it’s not just because Walt loved swimming and bathing (which he absolutely did, by the way.  In the ’40s, he frequented several ‘floating pools’ docked along the Brooklyn shore, favoring “Gray’s Salt Water Baths” through his years editing the Brooklyn Eagle).

Water, and by my own leap of imagination the color blue, represents refreshment and renewal.  Consider the daily baptisms that framed his working days as he commuted to and from Brooklyn to Manhattan’s Newspaper Row.  As Whitman suggests in “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry,” this ritual cleansing helped clarify his purposes, stabilize his insecurities, and purify his darkest days.  Or think of the plunge the 29th bather takes in the world’s favorite passage from “Song of Myself.”  Here is a person– maybe even a woman!– who is living out her desires for the first time, coming out from behind the curtains to celebrate her body, fulfill her soul.

On 14 October 1842, Walt was part of the massive crowd gathered in City Hall Park to see the first-time spectacle of fresh running water.  Spouting nearly 50 feet high, the Croton Fountain symbolized the successful completion of the Croton Acqueduct, one of the nineteenth century’s greatest engineering feats.  It also represented a much needed new defense against the great fires that destroyed whole neighborhoods in the early part of the century, as well as a force to combat the epidemics of yellow fever and cholera that swept through the city’s tenements and slums.

What do I see and admire in these electric blue lines?  Whitman’s celebration of beginnings (again and again!), of taking the plunge, of diving right in.  His appreciation of the beautiful different strokes of us different folks.   His developing idea of the fluidity of identity.  And our swim together through oceans and oceans of love.

That's me in the corner (as dear Mr. Stipe would sing), with my NYU students at the Croton Fountain.

That's me in the corner (as dear Mr. Stipe would sing), with my NYU students at the Croton Fountain.

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