Tuesday, January 27, 2009

“Why should we not have a poetry and philosophy of insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us, and not the history of theirs.”
I have been reading and reading and reading lately, which translates into writing less and less. My nose is currently buried in Whitman's, Song of Myself, and my soul is vibrating with it. I had a loose awareness of the transcendentalists from college, but I had never really appreciated the scope and beauty. So if I am remiss in posting, imagine me greedily devouring Whitman, Thoreau and Emerson. I will emerge soon with more pictures and quips about daily life, until then...

1 comment:

china cat said...

oh, song of myself is my most favorite-est. read on sister!

"Divine am I, inside and out"