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Oct. 15th, 2011 06:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
proximoceptionI didn't cry seeing 50/50 last night and wondered if I'd died inside - cancer movies can usually play me like a pipe. But I did cry reading I Sing the Body Electric just now, aloud. I seldom know what Whitman I've read before, you just don't read Whitman straight through and the titles are mostly first lines and they all run together, but I know I missed this one, implausibly missed it for thirty-five years and some months. I assume I'm the last one alive who hadn't, but whether I'm wrong or am right you should try it sometime. Aloud if you can stand your voice. It's a poem that might help you to stand your voice if you can't.
I'd had some insufficiently intense reactions to some Shelley poems last week - intense but insufficiently intense - and found that profoundly disturbing. And then had felt quite fatigued despite finally straightening sleep out, plus eating pretty well and exercising. But then I had a high fever for a few hours and now think I was just coming down with that at the time. And think maybe that 50/50's not terribly good. Whitman gives you things back.
I'd had some insufficiently intense reactions to some Shelley poems last week - intense but insufficiently intense - and found that profoundly disturbing. And then had felt quite fatigued despite finally straightening sleep out, plus eating pretty well and exercising. But then I had a high fever for a few hours and now think I was just coming down with that at the time. And think maybe that 50/50's not terribly good. Whitman gives you things back.
