Well ENGL 278, I have to confess that I’ve dodged Walt Whitman for quite some time even though he has conveniently resided only feet away from where I sleep. Yes, at the bottom of my bookshelf (solely dedicated to books unread or given up on) shoved between The Boys From Brazil and The Jungle is a collection of Walt’s poems and not one but two copies of Leaves of Grass. To be even more honest, I think I've avoided Whitman because I have already carved him out in my mind as a writer that is probably profound and yet immensely boring and hard to grasp. I do realize that this is unfair seeing as though I haven’t read much to base this off and now after reading his work from the packet I find myself wanting more. The questions I have come from Whitman’s “Song of Myself” specifically lines 515 through 523.
I do not press my fingers across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart, Copulation is no more rank to me than death is.
I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd from, The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer, This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.
If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it,

*Also, if anyone in class would like a copy of Leaves of Grass, I’d be happy to give it to you.
Great questions here (and interesting connection to Lavey). Also, the background picture is fairly amazing.
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