Lazy day

It's funny, despite today being the first day that I didn't do anything since Christmas -- and I mean that, I've been shockingly busy -- I didn't have time to write. I spent my day chilling, trying to write an essay on Walt Whitman (bisexual god of American poetry. Fond of the ladeez.) and I'm currently curled up on a sofa watching Ruby Sparks, which I'll probably review tomorrow or the next day. This isn't a hugely important or imaginative blogpost, I know, but we all need our recharge days, don't we? For getting to the end of this slightly dull post, have some words from the man himself;. This is one of the poems I'm studying for my essay and I think it's interesting, if a little off-kilter. When you consider that it was written in 1822. I'd like to be friends with Walt, I think.

ONE’S-SELF I sing—a simple, separate Person;
Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse.

Of Physiology from top to toe I sing;
Not physiognomy alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for the muse—I say the Form complete is worthier far;
The Female equally with the male I sing.

Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,
Cheerful—for freest action form’d, under the laws divine,
The Modern Man I sing.


Also, here's some Lana, becausep she's all I've been listening to lately. She's the queen of my heart.

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