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On the subway coming home from my real-life job, all I could think about was Walt Whitman. Not any particular poem (echoes of "Leaves of Grass" whistled in and out of my tired, achy headspace) at the time, but in retrospect, the end of the workaday world evokes in my mind "Crossing Brooklyn Ferry," easily my favorite Whitman poem. It avails not, neither time or place-distance avails not;
I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence;
I project myself-also I return-I am with you, and know how it is.
Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt;
Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd;
Just as you are refresh’d by the gladness of the river and the bright flow, I was refresh’d;
Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift current, I stood, yet was hurried;
Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships, and the thick-stem’d pipes of steamboats, I look’d.
Sometimes a bit of a break from all this politicking is necessary. I spent the early evening trying to get in touch with somebody ANYBODY for this article I'm writing to little avail. I got some promises to return my call from some relatively high-up people, but that's about it for the day. It was frustrating. However, I will call these people tomorrow again and start to get this piece together. It will work out. I will prosper and true to Whitmanian form SO WILL ALL OF YOU.
Obies nearing finals, keep your chin up! You will succeed!
Grad students nearing finals, you shall too!
Graduates doing your thing in the real world, in trying times know that you will prosper and flourish!
On the subway and on the ferry, in the street, in the library, in the study, in the cafes of America we will all find success as one!
History knows no boundaries!
Time knows no boundaries!
In the end there is only success and love for and from each to the other!
shb
I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence;
I project myself-also I return-I am with you, and know how it is.
Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt;
Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd;
Just as you are refresh’d by the gladness of the river and the bright flow, I was refresh’d;
Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift current, I stood, yet was hurried;
Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships, and the thick-stem’d pipes of steamboats, I look’d.
Sometimes a bit of a break from all this politicking is necessary. I spent the early evening trying to get in touch with somebody ANYBODY for this article I'm writing to little avail. I got some promises to return my call from some relatively high-up people, but that's about it for the day. It was frustrating. However, I will call these people tomorrow again and start to get this piece together. It will work out. I will prosper and true to Whitmanian form SO WILL ALL OF YOU.
Obies nearing finals, keep your chin up! You will succeed!
Grad students nearing finals, you shall too!
Graduates doing your thing in the real world, in trying times know that you will prosper and flourish!
On the subway and on the ferry, in the street, in the library, in the study, in the cafes of America we will all find success as one!
History knows no boundaries!
Time knows no boundaries!
In the end there is only success and love for and from each to the other!
shb