Hello!
New Orleans has been wonderfully cold this week.
I love it! The long blazing heat of summer will be starting soon.
Jazz Fest is coming and everything is in bloom. By far the best time of year to be here. The beauty of today and the tension of what is to come.
Walt Whitman talked of speaking to the next generations with his poems.
This morning he spoke to me. Feeling tired and lost, yet hopeful, as one does this time of year, I turn to Song Of Myself. I first read Song Of Myself poem while in middle school. I did not understand, but I got enough to know that I was not the only person who felt lost, hopeful, and angry all at the same time. I am thirty seven this year and has been feeling like time is running short. Here is what Walt had to say about thirty seven.
Song of Myself
by Walt Whitman
I Celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil,
this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and
their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Peace&pottery
Christopher
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