I sing my body electric. I Sing the Body Electric by Walt Whitman 2019-01-11

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I Sing the Body Electric by Walt Whitman

i sing my body electric

It may confuse some why someone would write about a body electric. You would wish long and long to be with him--you would wish to sit by him in the boat, that you and he might touch each other. As with the other poems in that edition, it appeared without a title. Always a central element in Whitman's ecstatic imagination, the body is here both ostensible and central subject of the poem. Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float—and the soil is on the surface, and water runs, and vegetation sprouts, For you , and not for him and her?. Whitman is my daddy, Monaco's my mother, Diamonds are my bestest friend.

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What is the meaning of “Body Electric”?

i sing my body electric

The kids say their farewells and Grandma leaves the house for good. Who might you find you have come from yourself, if you could trace back through the centuries? This is yet another poem of lists, which again imply a democratizing force at work. If any thing is 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, firm-fibred body, is beautiful as the most beautiful face. This is the female form; A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot; It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction! The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account, That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect. Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body? I Sing the Body Electric is the title and first line of a Fame. For Whitman, the body has primacy in its ability to generate experience, which can be compared metaphorically to the generation of children. Would you like to answer one of these instead? If any thing is , 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, firm-fibred body, is beautiful as the most beautiful face.

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What is the meaning of “Body Electric”?

i sing my body electric

Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves; And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead? In fact, though, it is the opposite. Gentlemen, look on this wonder! This is not only one man—this is the father of those who shall be fathers in their turns; In him the start of populous states and rich republics; Of him countless immortal lives, with countless embodiments and enjoyments. The script was written by , and became the basis for his , published in 1969, itself named after a. This makes them attractive as property: they can become essentially breeding stock for their masters. I do not ask any more delight--I swim in it, as in a sea. She too is not only herself—she is the teeming mother of mothers; She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the. That heaven is her baby, yet suicide's her the baby's father tells us that the life she's led hasn't been easy, but the hard parts are a part of something beautiful anyway.

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What is the meaning of “Body Electric”?

i sing my body electric

How do you know who shall come from the offspring of his offspring through the centuries? Grand Ole Opry, we're feeling alright. This is the nucleus--after the child is born of woman, the man is born of woman; This is the bath of birth--this is the merge of small and large, and the outlet again. Each belongs here or anywhere, just as much as the well-off—just as much as you; Each has his or her place in the procession. This man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person; The shape of his head, the pale yellow and white of his hair and beard, and the immeasurable meaning of his black eyes--the richness and breadth of his manners, These I used to go and visit him to see--he was wise also; He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old--his sons were massive, clean, bearded, tan-faced, handsome; They and his daughters loved him--all who saw him loved him; They did not love him by allowance--they loved him with personal love; 40 He drank water only--the blood show'd like scarlet through the clear- brown skin of his face; He was a frequent gunner and fisher--he sail'd his boat himself--he had a fine one presented to him by a ship-joiner--he had fowling-pieces, presented to him by men that loved him; When he went with his five sons and many grand-sons to hunt or fish, you would pick him out as the most beautiful and vigorous of the gang. The body can connect both erotically and spiritually with the bodies of others. And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul? And if the body does not do as much as the? How do you know who shall come from the offspring of his offspring through the centuries? The female contains all qualities, and tempers them—she is in her place, and moves with perfect balance; She is all things duly veil’d—she is both passive and active; She is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons as well as daughters. It is a paean of praise to the wonders of the sensual body.

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I Sing the Body Electric (poem)

i sing my body electric

Many have criticized the final section, an extensive catalogue of the human body. And if the body does not do as much as the Soul? Nowhere is the poet's commitment to the importance of celebrating the body in erotic terms clearer than in the long conversation which took place between Whitman and Ralph Waldo Emerson in 1860. Have you ever loved the Body of a? These lines reinforce the possibility that the poet's song arises not solely from a need to celebrate the human body, but also from a need to come to terms with his own ambivalence over his sexual appetites. Who might you find you have come from yourself, if you could trace back through the centuries? I kind of found people for myself. It represents luxury and richness opulence. New York: Basic Books, 1984.


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I Sing the Body Electric (The Twilight Zone)

i sing my body electric

It is a struggle the poet seems to lose. I sing the body electric, The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them, They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul. We are the emperors now And we are Czars And in time and in time We will all be stars! The female contains all qualities, and tempers them--she is in her place, and moves with perfect balance; She is all things duly veil'd--she is both passive and active; She is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons as well as daughters. Within there runs blood, The same old blood! She became integral and important. Upper-arm, arm-pit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm-sinews, arm-bones, Wrist and wrist-joints, hand, palm, knuckles, thumb, fore-finger, finger-balls, finger-joints, finger-nails, Broad breast-front, curling hair of the breast, breast-bone, breast-side, Ribs, belly, back-bone, joints of the back-bone, Hips, hip-sockets, hip-strength, inward and outward round, man-balls, man-root, Strong set of thighs, well carrying the trunk above, Leg-fibres, knee, knee-pan, upper-leg, under leg, Ankles, instep, foot-ball, toes, toe-joints, the heel; All attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my or your body, or of any one’s body, male or female, The lung-sponges, the stomach-sac, the bowels sweet and clean, The brain in its folds inside the skull-frame, Sympathies, heart-valves, palate-valves, sexuality, maternity, Womanhood, and all that is a woman—and the man that comes from woman, The womb, the teats, nipples, breast-milk, tears, laughter, weeping, love-looks, love-perturbations and risings, The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud, Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming, Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and tightening, The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes, The skin, the sun-burnt shade, freckles, hair, The curious sympathy one feels, when feeling with the hand the naked meat the body, The circling rivers, the breath, and breathing it in and out, The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees, The thin red jellies within you, or within me—the bones, and the marrow in the bones, The exquisite realization of health; O I say, these are not the parts and poems of the Body only, but of the Soul, O I say now these are the! Be not ashamed, women--your privilege encloses the rest, and is the exit of the rest; You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.

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Poem of the week: from I Sing the Body Electric by Walt Whitman

i sing my body electric

Your father--where is your father? Everything they would ever see, hear, taste, feel would remind them of her. Grandma is stunned, but the sturdily constructed robot soon gets up, and Anne grows to love her when she realizes that Grandma is indestructible and will not leave them like their own mother had. This is the nucleus—after the child is born of woman, the man is born of woman; This is the bath of birth—this is the merge of small and large, and the outlet again. I have perceiv'd that to be with those I like is enough, To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough, To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment--what is this, then? 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 swimming-bath, seen as he swims through the transparent green-shine, or lies with his face up, and rolls silently to and fro in the heave of the water, The bending forward and backward of rowers in row-boats--the horseman in his saddle, 20 Girls, mothers, house-keepers, in all their performances, The group of laborers seated at noon-time with their open dinner- kettles, and their wives waiting, The female soothing a child--the farmer's daughter in the garden or cow-yard, The young fellow hoeing corn--the sleigh-driver guiding his six horses through the crowd, The wrestle of wrestlers, two apprentice-boys, quite grown, lusty, good-natured, native-born, out on the vacant lot at sundown, after work, The coats and caps thrown down, the embrace of love and resistance, The upper-hold and the under-hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes; The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine muscle through clean-setting trowsers and waist-straps, The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again, and the listening on the alert, The natural, perfect, varied attitudes--the bent head, the curv'd neck, and the counting; 30 Such-like I love--I loosen myself, pass freely, am at the mother's breast with the little child, Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers, march in line with the firemen, and pause, listen, and count. But who's to say at some distant moment there might be an assembly line producing a gentle product in the form of a grandmother whose stock in trade is love. Elvis and Marilyn were both very noted for their sensuality. Although Bradbury contributed several scripts to The Twilight Zone, this was the only one produced.

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The Color of Sound (2016)

i sing my body electric

Have you ever loved the Body of a woman? Examine these limbs, red, black, or white--they are so cunning in tendon and nerve; They shall be stript, that you may see them. Masculine Landscapes: Walt Whitman and the Homoerotic Text. What ought to be a ritual of repossession. Your father—where is your father? In this head the all-baffling brain; 100 In it and below it, the makings of heroes. There swells and jets a —there all passions, desires, reachings, aspirations; Do you think they are not there because they are not express’d in parlors and lecture-rooms? The love of the Body of man or woman balks account--the body itself balks account; That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect. —Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all, in all nations and times, all over the earth? The man's body is sacred, and the woman's body is sacred; No matter who it is, it is sacred; Is it a slave? In other poems he has established the interconnectedness of the body and the soul; here he celebrates the primacy of the body and its importance in forging connections between people.


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