Walt Whitman And the perfection of things just as
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Description: Walt Whitman And the perfection of things just as they are When I heard the learnd astronomer When I heard the learnd astronomer When the proofs the figures were ranged in columns before me 31822 2 3 31822 How soon
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Walt Whitman And the perfection of things just as they are . . . When I heard the learn’d astronomer When I heard the learn’d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me . . . 3/18/22 2 3 3/18/22 How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars. Walt pix 3/18/22 4 Walt facts 5 3/18/22 Writes from with an experience of himself as not-different from everything he sees . . . BUT does not dissolve diversity into oneness; instead celebrates the preciousness of each irreducibly diverse thing . . . . “I hear America singing” Celebrates all the bodies that he sees and feels and touches and smells. Sees humans, himself, as inseparable from the natural and material world, yet also immortal and each perfect within itself. Brooklyn, Lincoln, sexuality, Civil War . . . 1819-1892 With Harry Stafford With Peter Doyle 3/18/22 6 wandering off . . . And looking in silence at the stars: . . . . excerpts from “Song of Myself” 3/18/22 7 In the game: Nonduality I CELEBRATE myself And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, observing a spear of summer grass. 3/18/22 8 Singing the body electric Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touched from; The scent of these arm-pits is aroma finer than prayer, This head is more than churches or bibles or creeds. I dote on myself . . . there is that lot of me, and all so luscious, Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy. 3/18/22 9 There will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. 3/18/22 10 11 3/18/22 Claiming the best and dividing it from the worst, each vexes the other, but Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself. Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of anyone ... Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest. In
