1/13/2011

JOHN PETER ZENGER REDUX?

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Article XIV, Section 3:

     "No person shall be a Senator or Representative in Congress, or elector of President and Vice President, or hold any office, civil or military, under the United States, or under any State, who, having previously taken an oath, as a member of Congress, or as an officer of the United States, or as an officer of the United States, or as a member of any State Legislature, or as an executive or judicial officer of any State, shall have engaged in insurrection or rebellion against the same, or given aid or comfort to the enemies thereof.  But Congress may by a vote of two-thirds of each House, remove such disability."

What’s love got to do with it?

If/When an elected President to more a divider than a uniter?

How to press on but reflective and conserving.

How to walk the whit?  How to "man up"?

Turn to a Civil War Poet?

To a Civil War Poet:

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The bodies of men and women engirth me, and I engirth them,

They will not let me off nor I them till I go with them and respond to them and love them.

Was it dreamed whether those who corrupted their own live bodies could conceal themselves?

And whether those who defiled the living were as bad as they who defiled the dead?

The expression of the body of man or woman balks account,

The male is perfect and that of the female is perfect.

The expression of a wellmade man appears not only in his face,

It is in his limbs and joints also. . . .it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists,

It is in his walk . . the carriage of his neck . . the flex of his waist and knees. . . .dress does not hide him,

The strong sweet supple quality he has strikes through the cotton and flannel;

To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem . . perhaps more,

You linger to see his back and the back of his neck and shoulderside.

The sprawl and fulness of babes. . . .the bosoms and heads of women. . . .the folds of their dress. . . .their style as we pass in the street. . . .the contour of their shape downwards;

The swimmer naked in the swimmingbath . . seen as he swims through the salt transparent greenshine, or lies on his back and rolls silently with the heave of the water;

Framers bare-armed framing a house . . hoisting the beams in their places . . or using the mallet and mortising-chisel,

The bending forward and backward of rowers in rowboats. . . .the horseman in his saddle;

Girls and mothers and housekeepers in all their exquisite offices,

The group of laborers seated at noontime with their open dinner-kettles, and their wives waiting,

The female soothing a child. . . .the farmer’s daughter in the garden or cowyard,

The woodman rapidly swinging his axe in the woods. . . .the young fellow hoeing corn. . . .the sleighdriver guiding his six horses through the crowd,

The wrestle of wrestlers. . . .two apprentice boys, quite grown, lusty, goodnatured, nativeborn, out on the vacant lot at sun-down after work,

The coats vests and caps thrown down . . the embrace of love and resistance,

The upperhold and underhold – the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes;

The march of firemen in their own costumes – the play of the masculine muscle through cleansetting trowsers and waistebands,

The slow return from the fire. . . .the pause when the bell strikes suddenly agian — the listening on the alert,

The natural perfect and varied attitudes. . . .the bent head, the curved neck, the counting;

Suchlike I love. . . .I loosen myself and pass freely. . . .and am at the mother’s breast with little child,

And swim with the swimmer, and wrestle with wrestlers, and march in line with the firemen, and pause and listen and count.*

 

*FROM: [I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC]  WALT WHITMAN, Selected Poems, Gramercy Books, c. 1992, pp 116-118.

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We have November 2010 as instructive and civil - we have that a President that proves to have been more a divider than a uniter can be civily humbled by proper practice of civil expression - and to his first maybe "humble" speaking in an oration.

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[I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC] is a much longer poem than first parts here quoted - it ends with:

"…

If life and the soul are sacred the human body is sacred;

And the glory and sweet of a man is the token of manhood untainted,

And in man or woman a clean strong firmfibred body is beautiful as the most beautiful face.

Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body?

     or the fool that corrupted her own live body?

For they  do not conceal themselves, and cannot conceal themselves.

Who degrades or defiles the living human body is cursed,

Who degrades or defiles the body of the dead is not more cursed."

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{I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC,  p 124 of poem from p 116-124}