#hitman

American poets celebrate their bodies, very specifically, as Whitman did. ↗

— Diane Wakoski

#bodies #celebrate #did #poets #specifically

I answer that question by saying: 'Why Meg Whitman' which is: I'm not a career politician. I spent 30 years in business. I can tell you that people in California have had it with career politicians: they are done. ↗

— Meg Whitman

#business #california #career #career politicians #done

I always knew in my heart Walt Whitman's mind to be more like my own than any other man's living. As he is a very great scoundrel this is not a pleasant confession. ↗

— Gerard Manley Hopkins

#any #confession #great #heart #i

Vegas has the Whitman's Sampler of audiences. They come from all different places, so you have to do some crowd psychology. You have to find the heartbeat of the room. It doesn't shift my jokes, but it shifts my timing and my attention. ↗

— Hal Sparks

#audiences #come #crowd #different #different places

And I can’t help but feel that Whitman, for all his blustering beauty, might have been just a bit too optimistic. We can hear others, and we can travel to them without moving, and we can imagine them, and we are all connected one to the other by a crazy root system like so many leaves of grass — but the game makes me wonder whether we can really ever fully become one another. ↗

— John Green

#beauty

Walt Whitman, he who laid end to end words never seen in each other's company before outside of a dictionary. ↗

— David Lodge

#company #dictionary #each #end #laid

Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies. ↗

— Federico Garcia Lorca

#beard #beautiful #butterflies #failed #full

I have never read a line of Walt Whitman. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#line #never #read #walt #walt whitman

There is little premium in poetry in a world that thinks of Pound and Whitman as a weight and a sampler, not an Ezra, a Walt, a thing of beauty, a joy forever. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#forever #joy #little #poetry #pound

I situate myself, and seat myself, And where you recline I shall recline, For every armchair belonging to you as good as belongs to me. I loaf and curl up my tail I yawn and loaf at my ease after rolling in the catnip patch." (From Meow of Myself, from LEAVES OF CATNIP) ↗

— Henry N. Beard

#humor #leaves-of-grass #song-of-myself #walt-whitman #humor