Leaves of Grass Unabridged Deathbed Edition with 400 Poems

Look at Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. He wrote that book throughout his life. There's the young man's version and there's the old man's version. And some of the language changes as he gets closer to death and that's interesting.

For me it's a it's poetry so like Walt Whitman does it for me Emily Dickinson does it for me Mary Oliver does it for me Rumi and Hafiz do it for me I feel like they they were directly channeling the divine like they were mystics who were directly channeling the divine and they were generous enough to leave the door open behind them so you're almost drafting in on them so you prime yourself into that state of being by reading something that feels to you like it comes from that place

He spent his whole life writing and rewriting Leaves of Grass, which was his search for meaning, right?

even though it's famous for the line, I celebrate myself. In Leaves of Grass, the most frequently used word is the word you.

Buried between parentheses in the middle of leaves of grass is Whitman's testament to this elemental truth which turned his greatest heartbreak into his greatest masterpiece.

Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturned love but now I think there is no unreturned love the pay is certain one way or another. I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not returned yet out of that I've written these songs.

Sure, maybe you have it on your Kindle. Somebody asked me that today, you know, because I'm reading this incredible book and which I can't name yet because it's not out yet.

Who the fuck has a book of Walt Whitman?

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I even feel a little bit like, you know, Leaves of Grass is this amazing poetic work by Walt Whitman, but it also gave birth to a lot of terrible free verse poetry.

I even feel a little bit like, you know, Leaves of Grass is this amazing poetic work by Walt Whitman, but it also gave birth to a lot of terrible free verse poetry.

Next come the dirt eaters, each rolling before him his darling morsel of literary filth.

Disgusted with artificialities and linen decencies and finding a nutriment in leaves of grass, but not in fig leaves.

So much in love with nature that like the poor human earthworms, they wish to do in public what others do in private and abolish all laws against indecent exposure.

And the idea to me, what was so underrated about Emerson is his generosity, not just these financially supporting Thoreau and all these other people. But like when he found something he liked, he celebrated it.

He wasn't territorial. He wasn't egotistical. It wasn't about only himself.

But like when he found great work, he supported it and encouraged it. And like we might not get Whitman if it's not for Emerson's like sort of blurb on the cover.

So Emerson was this great supporter of other people. You know, they in sports, they talk about like a coaching tree. Do you know what that is?

And Emerson has an incredible coaching tree, not just through his work, but but literally, you know, Melville and Hawthorne and Whitman and Alcott. All all these great writers descend from not just Emerson intellectually, but like physically.

He gave them a place to live. He published them, he encouraged them.

And and I think that generosity of spirit and that that that openness was was one of his defining bits of greatness.

He goes, I greet you at the beginning of a grand career.

Or Whitman came to him and said, how can I make this leaves of grass a best seller? He said, well, take out the songs of Adam part, take out the homoerotic parts.