<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-207165407210196486</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:03:35.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>elena</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seemadream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/207165407210196486/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemadream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121976333271483680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c77nB4c4aR4/TynKm3A_u_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/6tBTcWOhwzc/s220/ganesha-abstr-line.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-207165407210196486.post-5326932832380595106</id><published>2012-02-16T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T10:03:35.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Happy Hour's Command- Specimen Days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;This segment is broken up into two sections written at different times, the second of which refers back to the previously written section. &amp;nbsp;The first was written "down in the woods" and Whitman starts by describing his incongruous and sporadic writing habits in his notebooks and how he values the randomness of his jottings. &amp;nbsp;He compares this with the common habits of people who live their lives planning and organizing for what may come but then ultimately wind up unprepared for what life holds. &amp;nbsp;In this section I also noticed the word "melange," meaning mixture, which I had to look up but I think its a great word. &amp;nbsp;In the following section Whitman refers back to what he wrote and briefly mentions his time in the hospital observing war aftermath and even experiencing some health problems himself. &amp;nbsp;I like how he closed the segment by again mentioning the random and disorganized nature of his writings. &amp;nbsp;He said he'll just "tumble the thing together, and [let] hurry and crudeness tell the story better than fine work" can. &amp;nbsp;He admits that his book may be the most wayward and fragmentary book ever but he expresses this with pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/207165407210196486-5326932832380595106?l=seemadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seemadream.blogspot.com/feeds/5326932832380595106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seemadream.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-hours-command-specimen-days-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/207165407210196486/posts/default/5326932832380595106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/207165407210196486/posts/default/5326932832380595106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemadream.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-hours-command-specimen-days-this.html' title=''/><author><name>elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121976333271483680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c77nB4c4aR4/TynKm3A_u_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/6tBTcWOhwzc/s220/ganesha-abstr-line.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-207165407210196486.post-5783021111667217086</id><published>2012-02-08T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:48:30.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whitman's Peers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow- "The Village Blacksmith&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - "The Wreck of the Hesperus"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In terms of form Wadsworth's poems both have a clear rhyme scheme. &amp;nbsp;In "The Village Blacksmith" the rhyme and form are not as formulaic as in the "The Wreck of the Hesperus" with its four line stanzas. &amp;nbsp;The subject matter differs somewhat from Whitman's themes. &amp;nbsp;For example in the first poem the speaker describes the daily life of the blacksmith, which includes hard work, long hours, and church attendance. &amp;nbsp;The lifestyle of the blacksmith does not align with Whitman's lifestyle of poetry, loafing, and eroticism in "Leaves of Grass." &amp;nbsp;Wordsworth's poems each feature a parent-child relationship and a death, which lends for an emotional connection on an individual level. &amp;nbsp;In the first poem the blacksmith sheds a tear watching his daughter sing and thinking of his deceased wife. &amp;nbsp;In a way it could be argued that this shows a similarity between the two poets because Whitman does refer to being in touch with one's emotions and one's femininity as well as masculinity, which can be seen in the juxtaposition of the blacksmith's muscles and brawn with his expression of love and grief. &amp;nbsp;In the second poem a father-daughter relationship is also introduced and a death occurs within the body of the poem. &amp;nbsp;It reads like a an old sailor's tale, which has a different tonal quality than Whitman's philosophical musings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne C. Lynch- "An Imitation"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In Lynch's poem nature is a major theme, which parallels with Whitman's poem, although the rhyme scheme and format is more specific in "An Imitation." &amp;nbsp;It seems that Whitman's peers generally kept closer to formal poetic structure than Whitman but that's not a surprise since he was ahead of his time in more ways than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/207165407210196486-5783021111667217086?l=seemadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seemadream.blogspot.com/feeds/5783021111667217086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seemadream.blogspot.com/2012/02/whitmans-peers-henry-wadsworth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/207165407210196486/posts/default/5783021111667217086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/207165407210196486/posts/default/5783021111667217086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemadream.blogspot.com/2012/02/whitmans-peers-henry-wadsworth.html' title=''/><author><name>elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121976333271483680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c77nB4c4aR4/TynKm3A_u_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/6tBTcWOhwzc/s220/ganesha-abstr-line.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-207165407210196486.post-582399548430538933</id><published>2012-02-06T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:46:28.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Whitman Motifs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;One recurring theme that caught my attention in &lt;i&gt;Song of Myself&lt;/i&gt; was the concept of &lt;b&gt;balance&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;This motif was not only presented throughout the poem with the overt use of contrasting terms within a sentence but Whitman also alludes to the idea of balance in some of the sections where he describes broader concepts.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some examples of yin and yang terminology that I noticed as I read:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- "I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal..."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- "I am the poet of the woman as well as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- "I too am of one phase and of all phases. &amp;nbsp;Partaker of influx and efflux..."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- "I am not the poet of goodness only...I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- "...no more modest than immodest."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- "...of wombs, and of the fatherstuff"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- "sounds of the city and sounds out of the city...sounds of the day and night."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- "Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- "I help myself to material and immaterial"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- "...the living and dead lay together"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- "And know that they who have eyes are divine, and the blind and lame are equally divine"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- "...ever the upward and downward sun...ever the air and the ceaseless tides"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- "I do not call one greater and one smaller, that which fills its period and place is equal to any."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Whitman even brings balance to his belief system and all the topics he covers by suggesting that he contradicts himself, or essentially places weight on both sides of almost all the arguments he makes. &amp;nbsp;I think that this is a very important thematic concern of the poem because it seems that Whitman's most fundamental purpose throughout the piece is to create a sense of unity amongst all beings. &amp;nbsp;He aims to develop acceptance for all people and animals and faiths and while he feels there is no one greater than himself and he encourages others to "stand cool and supercilious before a million universes," he also admits to his own faults and misunderstandings and suggests those within others and doesn't even surrender an all-knowing power to God. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;A literary device that Whitman utilizes throughout the piece is &lt;b&gt;anaphora&lt;/b&gt;, or the use of the same word or phrase at the beginning of several sentences consecutively. &amp;nbsp;There are countless less notable instances of this in segments using "the" or pronouns such as "you" at the start of sentences but here are some more unique examples:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- "For me all that have been boys...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For me the man that is proud...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For me the sweetheart and the old maid...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For me lips that have smiled...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For me children and the begetters of children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- "If they are not yours...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If they do not enclose...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If they are not the riddle...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If they are not just as close..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- "Earth of the slumbering...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Earth of departed sunset...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Earth of the vitreous pour...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Earth of shine and dark...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Earth of the limpid gray..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- "Ever the hard and unsunk...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ever the eaters and drinkers...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ever myself and my neighbors...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ever the old inexplicable query...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ever the vexer's hoot...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ever love...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ever the bandage..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think that Whitman chose this rhetorical device not only to create the repetition that we see throughout the poem but also for emphasis and rhythm. &amp;nbsp;The technique gives a melodic quality to the expressions, which might otherwise feel overly dense and rambling. &amp;nbsp;For such a long poem I think that this was a wise choice on Whitman's part to break up the varying ideas he discusses and to give the rant a poetic flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3)&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Another major motif that Whitman refers to again and again is &lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt; or at least his concept of God and faith. &amp;nbsp;He makes several references to the "divine," things made "holy," "prayer" and "worship," but he also heavily references ideas that are in direct contrast to these things such as open sexuality and science. &amp;nbsp;He does not claim a clear affiliation and gives equal weight to the faiths of others, he does however capitalize the "g" in "God," which indicates his respect and acknowledgement for some higher power or being. &amp;nbsp;Here are some instances where "God" is mentioned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- "I visit the orchards of God and look at the spheric product"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- "And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own..."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- "Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touched from; &amp;nbsp;The scent of these arm-pits is aroma finer than prayer, This head is more than churches or bibles or creeds."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- "I do not despise you priests; &amp;nbsp;My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths, Enclosing all worship ancient and modern, and al between ancient and modern...Waiting responses from oracles...honoring the gods...saluting the sun..."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- "God will be there and wait till we come."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- "And I call to mankind, Be not curious about God, For I who am curious about each am not curious about God, No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and about death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think that it was necessary for Whitman to include references to God and the concept of spirituality in general because he covers such a broad range of topics regarding humanity that something essential would be missing if he did not. &amp;nbsp;He also makes so many references to eternity and the universe and ideas that are simply incomplete without the mention of spiritual faith and beliefs influenced by religion. &amp;nbsp;However since he doesn't claim one specific religion or definition of God, he presents a message that can be appreciated and understood by everyone equally. &amp;nbsp;He states that he sees God in everyone and everything and throughout everyday and every moment. &amp;nbsp;I think this is a very enlightened position to take, especially during Whitman's day, which was more heavily influenced by religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4)&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Asking &lt;b&gt;questions to the self and to the reader&lt;/b&gt; is another technique that Whitman repeats in &lt;i&gt;Song of Myself.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;I think this represents his thought process and creates space for the reader to consider their own answers to these questions before reading through his train of thought. &amp;nbsp;I think this humanizes Whitman and serves to further unite himself with the reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- "Have you reckoned the earth much?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- "Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- "Who need be afraid of the merge?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- "Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- "Shall I venerate and be ceremonious?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- "What is a man anyhow? What am I?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- "To be in any form, what is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- "...and what is called reason, and what is called love, and what is called life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/207165407210196486-582399548430538933?l=seemadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seemadream.blogspot.com/feeds/582399548430538933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seemadream.blogspot.com/2012/02/whitman-motifs-1-recurring-theme-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/207165407210196486/posts/default/582399548430538933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/207165407210196486/posts/default/582399548430538933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemadream.blogspot.com/2012/02/whitman-motifs-1-recurring-theme-that.html' title=''/><author><name>elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15121976333271483680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c77nB4c4aR4/TynKm3A_u_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/6tBTcWOhwzc/s220/ganesha-abstr-line.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-207165407210196486.post-5672776670937831712</id><published>2012-01-31T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T13:55:13.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Brooklyn Boys-Specimen Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Here in this same ward are two young men from Brooklyn, members of the 51st New York. I had known both the two as young lads at home, so they seem near to me. One of them, J. L., lies there with an amputated arm, the stump healing pretty well. (I saw him lying on the ground at Fredericksburgh last December, all bloody, just after the arm was taken off. He was very phlegmatic about it, munching away at a cracker in the remaining hand -- made no fuss.) He will recover, and thinks and talks yet of meeting the Johnny Rebs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;--This one stuck with me mainly because of the dark humor that seeps through the horrific image of a man with a bloody stump of an arm munching on a cracker with his remaining hand in a phlegmatic manner. &amp;nbsp;The image is gory and we are even taken back to Fredericksburgh where he was seen lying on the ground but the horror of the scene is lightened by the fact that he not only made no fuss but maintained the will to eat. &amp;nbsp;He then goes on to say that the man will recover and it is said so plainly and lightly that it is difficult to even feel the seriousness of the entry or the permanent affect of the injury itself. &amp;nbsp;This brings out Whitman's continuing attitude that life as well as death cannot be taken too seriously.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/207165407210196486-5672776670937831712?l=seemadream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seemadream.blogspot.com/feeds/5672776670937831712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seemadream.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-brooklyn-boys-specimen-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/207165407210196486/posts/default/5672776670937831712'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- All goes onward and outward....and nothing collapses,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And to die is different from what anyone supposed, and luckier.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-These lines immediately caught my attention mainly because there is such simplicity paralleled with life and death, which are the broadest of concepts. &amp;nbsp;Although he is referring to death here and in the lines that precede these lines, it is with a positive and almost pleasurable tone, making death seem like such an easy feat to accept. &amp;nbsp;He states that "nothing collapses," which suggests the reincarnate quality of Earth and life and by describing it as only "onward and outward" there seems to be no room for negative connotation with regards to nature and way of things. &amp;nbsp;He then goes on to say that not only is death not what one generally expects but it is in fact "luckier," as if it is not something to be feared but something to be revered and possibly even anticipated. &amp;nbsp;He compares the luck of birth with the equal luck of death, which places weight evenly along the entire flow of life and evenly amongst all of us. &amp;nbsp;I like this because of the unity it creates not only among people but among all nature and life for all time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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