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Song of My Beard, a lovely ode to the hallowed facial hair then, and now.
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Song of My Beard
(with apologies to the original Whitman poem!)
1.
I celebrate my beard, and sing my beard,And what I grow you shall growFor every follicle belonging to me as good as belongs to you.
I loafe and stroke my beardI lean and stroke my beard at my ease observing the other bushy mustaches.
My hair, every follicle of my face, form’d this beard, this ’stacheGrown here of my hair grown from hairs thesame, and their hairs the same,I , now ageless forever in photographs begin,Hoping to inspire more beard growing.
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Walt Whitman spent many months with wounded soldiers in the hospitals of Washington, DC, while one of his brothers fought in numerous battles. Walt and his family were prolific letter writers. You can read more about his correspondence and experiences in the Civil War in this new Author on the Record interview with Robert Roper in the Summer 2010 issue of Prologue.
Whitman also worked as a clerk in the attorney general’s office during the Civil War. Recently, a researcher discovered over 3,000 documents in Whitman’s handwriting from his time as a civil servant in the holdings of the National Archives. You can read more about this fascinating discovery “Whitman, Walt, Clerk” in the Winter issue of Prologue magazine.
[This post originally appeared as a “Facial Hair Friday” post on the Pieces of History blog. We’re reposting in honor of Walt’s birthday today!]
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Song of My Beard, a lovely ode to the hallowed facial hair then, and now.
Song of My Beard
(with apologies to the original Whitman poem!)
1.
I celebrate my beard, and sing my beard,
And what I grow you shall grow
For every follicle belonging to me as good as belongs to you.I loafe and stroke my beard
I lean and stroke my beard at my ease observing the other bushy mustaches.My hair, every follicle of my face, form’d this beard, this ’stache
Grown here of my hair grown from hairs the
same, and their hairs the same,
I , now ageless forever in photographs begin,
Hoping to inspire more beard growing.*******
Walt Whitman spent many months with wounded soldiers in the hospitals of Washington, DC, while one of his brothers fought in numerous battles. Walt and his family were prolific letter writers. You can read more about his correspondence and experiences in the Civil War in this new Author on the Record interview with Robert Roper in the Summer 2010 issue of Prologue.
Whitman also worked as a clerk in the attorney general’s office during the Civil War. Recently, a researcher discovered over 3,000 documents in Whitman’s handwriting from his time as a civil servant in the holdings of the National Archives. You can read more about this fascinating discovery “Whitman, Walt, Clerk” in the Winter issue of Prologue magazine.
[This post originally appeared as a “Facial Hair Friday” post on the Pieces of History blog. We’re reposting in honor of Walt’s birthday today!]
I LOVE THIS.
(Source: research.archives.gov, via curiositycounts)
weaving
I’m busy weaving.
It’s going to take a while, but
I think it’ll turn out well.
You ask: what if my taste changes?
What if:
stores no longer carry my colors,
and I must start over?
What if:
after years of diligent labor,
my creation finds itself fit for musty museums?
Better to have knitted a nice sweater.
I could make a lesser good, and call it mine,
No.
Must be right the first time.
Choose carefully, and make no mistakes;
Predict accurately, the unpredictable;
And enjoy the process.
seeing Bon Iver in September, with orchestra seats
and Radiohead this Friday
<3
meanwhile my bank account is weeping
(Source: adelinagalica, via papermochi)
The tendrils burst from my heart
I feel their blue-ness, their brightness. Their webbed fingers grope about
They open their eyes. This is a new world.
But still, the familiar circumspect sky.
i love umbrellas
something is wrong
if languages that tell us how airplanes fly and how the internet connects people can seem really boring
pet peeve: kids/teachers using “they” instead of “we” when referring to collective scientific knowledge (e.g. “how do they know this?”) - yeah it’s technically correct but it only makes kids make a distinction between themselves and a person who discovers things
I think there should be a test in society, where after the age of 25 you aren’t allowed to use anything until you can adequately describe how it functions
xcode, stop being a prude
and let me use gcc from my terminal
