This episode is about the many facets of America’s Poet - Walt Whitman. George attempts to take a deep dive (as much as possible in a single podcast episode) into the personal life of Walt Whitman, fully knowing that millions of words have been written about him.
00:00 Introduction
01:54 Whitman and Poe
07:22 “Shame” around the campfire
09:01 Whitman’s life
12:31 Comparison of versions from Leaves of Grass
16:53 Civil War and Beat! Beat! Drums!
18:40 O Captain, My Captain
21:04 from Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
22:14 Calamus poems
29:13 Reflections on public perceptions
30:49 Walt Whitman’s Anomaly
34:16 Whitman and intimate relationships?
36:01 Rufus Griswold’s opinions
38:30 Meeting of Wilde and Whitman
40:41 Conclusion
44:20 Future Episodes
44:52 Sources
45:54 Outro
This episode is about the many facets of America’s Poet - Walt Whitman. George attempts to take a deep dive (as much as possible in a single podcast episode) into the personal life of Walt Whitman, fully knowing that millions of words have been written about him.
00:00 Introduction
01:54 Whitman and Poe
07:22 “Shame” around the campfire
09:01 Whitman’s life
12:31 Comparison of versions from Leaves of Grass
16:53 Civil War and Beat! Beat! Drums!
18:40 O Captain, My Captain
21:04 from Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
22:14 Calamus poems
29:13 Reflections on public perceptions
30:49 Walt Whitman’s Anomaly
34:16 Whitman and intimate relationships?
36:01 Rufus Griswold’s opinions
38:30 Meeting of Wilde and Whitman
40:41 Conclusion
44:20 Future Episodes
44:52 Sources
45:54 Outro
00:00 Introduction
Introduction Music (Come Rest in This Bosom)
Welcome to Celebrate Poe - As you may have realized, this month I have been ill this month, messing up the regular Monday night at midnight release time. So to get 1 more episode in for Pride Month, today’s episode is about Walt Whitman, and is called Another Look at America’s Poet. The next episode will be /Users/georgeglennbartley/Desktop/Recent E-booksa fascinating look at a very flattering letter than Walt Whitman recieved from a famous admirer. That famous admirer was Bram Stoker, the author of Dracula. Then this podcast will go back to a regular Monday at midnight schedule so on July 4 at midnight, Celebrate Poe will drop an episode based on The War of 1814 - an episode that has gotten more downloads than any other. This new version also compares the 1814 invasion a to the 2021 invasion of hte Capitol building. In other words, Celebrate Poe plans to release an episode at midnight on the next three days - July 2, 3, and 4th.
And before we go any further, I’d like to encourage you to write me at celebratepoe@gmail.com Any comments, criticisms, and advice would be greatly appreciated - and quite frankly keeps me going. These episodes take a long time to research - and I love every minute - andI want to deal with the subjects you want to learn about.
01:54 Whitman and Poe
Now today’s episode is about a man who actually was Poe’s contemporary, although many people feel that he lived decades after Poe. In actuality, Poe was born in 1809, and Walt Whitman was born just 10 years later. But Poe died in 1849 when he was only 40, while Walt Whitman died in 1892 when he was 72.
Walt Whitman was a literary giant who has been referred to as America’s poet. And I hope by the end of this episode, you will understand why Whitman has that title. Trying to get your head around Walt Whitman is like trying to get your head around the form and beauty of the Grand Canyon - you know you are in the presence of greatness but there is no way to put it into words, although many people have tried, And not surprisingly, millions of pages have been written about Walt Whitman. To quote poet Ezra Pound, Walt Whitman IS America.”
This episode concentrates on a little bit of Whitman’s life story and mainly on material that I felt was especially relevant for Pride Month. Whitman had a more expansive - include everything and everyone - outlook, while Poe seemed to have a tension in his work - sometimes sad, sometimes supernatural.
Now when Edgar Allan Poe was reburied in Baltimore on November 17, 1875, most of the literary figures of the time were invited - writers such as Whitman, Lowell, Longfellow, Whittier, Bryant, and Tennyson. Walt Whitman was the only one of the writers to attend.
In his classic Specimen Days, Whitman included some information from a Washington newspaper regarding Poe -
The following from a report in the Washington “Star” of November 16, 1875, may afford those who care for it something further of my point of view toward this interesting figure and influence of our era. There occurr’d about that date in Baltimore a public reburial of Poe’s remains, and dedication of a monument over the grave:
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Being in Washington on a visit at the time, ‘the old gray’ went over to Baltimore, and though ill from paralysis, consented to hobble up and silently take a seat on the platform, but refused to make any speech, saying, ‘I have felt a strong impulse to come over and be here to-day myself in memory of Poe, which I have obey’d, but not the slightest impulse to make a speech, which, my dear friends, must also be obeyed.’ In an informal circle, however, in conversation after the ceremonies, Whitman said: ‘For a long while, and until lately, I had a distaste for Poe’s writings. I wanted, and still want for poetry, the clear sun shining, and fresh air blowing—the strength and power of health, not of delirium, even amid the stormiest passions—with always the background of the eternal moralities. Non-complying with these requirements, Poe’s genius has yet conquer’d a special recognition for itself, and I too have come to fully admit it, and appreciate it and him.
And I think the next part is especially moving-
“In a dream I once had, I saw a vessel on the sea, at midnight, in a storm. It was no great full-rigg‘d ship, nor majestic steamer, steering firmly through the gale, but seem‘d one of those superb little schooner yachts I had often seen lying anchor‘d, rocking so jauntily, in the waters around New York, or up Long Island sound — now flying uncontroll‘d with torn sails and broken spars through the wild sleet and winds and waves of the night. On the deck was a slender, slight, beautiful figure, a dim man, apparently enjoying all the terror, the murk, and the dislocation of which he was the centre and the victim. That figure of my lurid dream might stand for Edgar Poe, his spirit, his fortunes, and his poems — themselves all lurid dreams”
Their styles were definitely different, but Whitman, with his expansive style - was open to everyone, and knew there was room for them both.
07:22 “Shame” around the campfire
But before I begin talking any more about into the great Walt Whitman, I want to set the stage with a personal story - picture this - that’s a Golden Girls reference - I am a scared kid at a local fundamentalist church camp. One night we gathered about a campfire, and we were given paper and pencil. The counselor told us to write down our most terrible, shameful sin - one that we would be too ashamed to say aloud - and throw the paper describing that terrible sin in the fire. I didn’t have to think very long, and nervously wrote down “going into the bathroom and touching my p - “ I couldn’t write down the rest of the word - as though God would be embarrassed, and couldn’t handle it. I guess it was my version - although on a much smaller scale - of the sin that does not dare speak its name.
It was as though my hangups were keeping me from having the vocabulary.
Now you might think - what does this have to do with Walt Whitman. Well, Walt Whitman faced a similar attitude from much of the public around him throughout his life - he wrote positively about parts of the body or feelings and emotions that puritanical society refused to even acknowledge - words and actions that were not even part of society’s vocabulary.
09:01 Whitman’s life
Walt Whitman was born in West Hills, New York, and was the second of nine children. His family was forced to move to a series of homes in Brooklyn when he was four. You see, his father had made some bad investments, and the family fell on hard times. Whitman looked back on his childhood as basically unhappy because it seemed that the family was always poor and had difficulty just getting by. Whitman later did comment on one happy moment - when he was lifted in the air and kissed on the cheek by the Marquis de Lafayette when the French military leader visited Brooklyn on July 4, 1825. To put this in perspective - at least time wise - this was the same visit by Lafayette to America when the young Edgar Allan Poe saw the General in Richmond, and Poe was serving as a member of the Junior Cadets.
In 1835 - now remember Whitman was just 16 - he moved to New York City to work as a printer. He tried to find more work, but could not, partially because of a severe fire in the publishing and printing district, and partially due to a general collapse in the economy leading up to the Panic of 1837. He rejoined his family, now living in Long Island, and taught at various schools for several years.
Then after trying his hand at teaching several times, Whitman went back to Huntington, New York to establish his own newspaper. Then he sold the newspaper after ten months - so you can see that Whitman had quite a few jobs with no real success at first. One story - for which there is no definite proof - tells of him having to leave a teaching job in New York in 1840. A local preacher called him a Sodomite, and it was said that Whitman was literally tarred and feathered. Many future biographers, however, have said this was a myth.
Whitman later wrote an essay entitled “Heart Music and Art Music” about the American music he had heard in New York. The essay was reprinted as “Art Singing and Heart Singing” in the Broadway Journal on November 29, 1845. The main reason we remember its publication was the editor of the magazine was none other than Edgar Allan Poe. Poe's editorial footnote acknowledged Whitman's lack of "scientific knowledge of music" yet Poe noted that he agreed "with our correspondent throughout." Shortly after the article was published, Poe and Whitman actually met for the first and only time. During the meeting Whitman collected his fee for the article. In Specimen Days Whitman notes that he had "a distinct and pleasing remembrance" of Poe as a kind but jaded man.
12:31 Comparison of versions from Leaves of Grass
Whitman also used his own money to pay for the printing and publication of a book of his poetry called Leaves of Grass. With this book, Whitman tried to reach out to the common person with an American epic. He continued expanding and revising Leaves of Grass right up until his death in 1892.
I’m not going to make a big deal out of the various revisions - that could really complicate the narrative, but I am going to take one poem - We Two Boys Together Clinging and show the two versions that Whitman wrote.
In all versions of Leaves of Grass - with the exception of the 1860 edition, Whitman wrote:
WE two boys together clinging,
One the other never leaving,
Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions
making,
Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,
Arm'd and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving,
No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving,
threatening,
Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on
the turf or the sea-beach dancing,
Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chas-
ing,
Fulfilling our forays
I would interpret that as two dudes who are good friends traveling together and experiencing the joys of the road. It might seem somewhat homo-erotic, but longing emotions do not play a part.
In the 1860 edition only, this version of We Two Boys Clinging was published: (and I want to thank Juan A. Herrero Brasas for this version of the poem in his book Walt Whitman’s Mystical Ethics of Comradeship)
The 1860 version of We Two Boys Clinging
Hours continuing long, sore and heavy hearted,
Hours of dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented spot, seating myself, leaning my face in my hands,
Hours sleepless, deep in the night, when I go forth speeding swiftly the country roads, or through the city streets, or pacing miles and miles, stifling plaintive cries;
Hours discouraged, distracted—for the one I cannot content myself without, soon I saw him content himself without me;
Hours when I am forgotten (O weeks and months are passing, but I believe I am never to forget!)
Sullen and suffering hours! (I am ashamed—but it is useless—I am what I am;)
Hours of my torment—I wonder if other men ever have the like, out of the like feelings?
Is there even one other like me—distracted—his friend, his lover lost to him?
Is he too as I am now? Does he still rise in the morning, dejected, thinking who is lost to him? and at night awaking, think who is lost?
I personally feel this version of the poem expresses the loneliness of a lover, and has nothing to do with joy. And phrases like “I am what I am’ and ‘Is there even one other like me” sound like the thoughts of a lonely and confused person who feels that there is no one who understands.
Brasas points out that Whitman may have felt this version of the poem was too intimate and the revelation too compromising - that it could easily lead to the admission of something that Whitman would never dare confess.
16:53 Civil War and Beat! Beat! Drums!
Whitman was devastated by the coming of the American Civil War, and went to Washington D.C. to work in hospitals caring for the wounded.
The poem Beat! Beat! Drums! came out of his experiences as a nurse.
Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows—through doors—burst like a force of ruthless men,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation;
Into the school where the scholar is studying:
Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his bride; Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, plowing his field or gathering his grain;
So fierce you whirr and pound, you drums—so shrill you bugles blow.
I dress a wound in the side, deep, deep,
But a day or two more, for see the frame all wasted and sinking, And the yellow-blue countenance see.
I dress the perforated shoulder, the foot with the bullet-wound,
Cleanse the one with a gnawing and putrid gangrene, so sickening, so offensive, While the attendant stands behind aside me holding the tray and pail.
I am faithful, I do not give out,
The fractur’d thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdomen, These and more I dress with impassive hand, (yet deep in my breast a fire, a burning flame.)
Whitman highly admired then President Lincoln, and wrote O Captain! My Captain! at his assassination -
18:40 O Captain, My Captain
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
While definitely one of Whitman’s most famous works, O Captain, most scholars believe My Captain is not a very good example of the majority of Whitman’s poems. According to Making Your Own Days: The Pleasures of Reading by Kenneth Koch, Walt Whitman differed from the American poets who had written before him because most of his poems were non-metrical. He brought into poetry the heightened prose of nineteeth-century political orators and preachers, an Abraham Lincoln, and even the King James translation of the Bible. Instead of a regular rhyming scheme, Whitman wrote like the common man spoke but in a slightly elevated sense.
21:04 from Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
Check out these two stanzas from one of the greatest poems in the English language - Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
It avails not, time nor place—distance avails not,
I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence,
Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt, Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd
Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb-tide!
Frolic on, crested and scallop-edg’d waves!
Gorgeous clouds of the sunset! drench with your splendor me, or the men and women generations after me!
Cross from shore to shore, countless crowds of passengers!
Stand up, tall masts of Mannahatta! stand up, beautiful hills of Brooklyn!
Throb, baffled and curious brain! throw out questions and answers!
Suspend here and everywhere, eternal float of solution!
22:14 Calamus poems
Whitman sometimes wrote about earthy subjects, and by far the most controversal of his works were the Calamus poems - a cluster of poems in Leaves of Grass. According to Whitman, these poems celebrate and promote the manly love of comrades. Like most of the poems in Leaves of Grass, the Calamus poems were constantly edited - possibly in an attempt to make them more attractive or acceptable to a wider audience.
You might be asking - with good reason - why does Whitman call them the Calamus poems. Well, the Calamus root or Sweet Flag is a marsh-growing plant. Think of a cat-tail, but the growth is more phallic in appearance - the calamus has a mythological association with failed male same-sex love, and with writing. And while much of Whitman was upsetting to some people of his era, the Calamus poems were especially shocking to the vast majority of his readers - that is readers who knew what he was talking about -
“To a Stranger
Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.”
In Song of Myself, Whitman also wrote
I am the poet of the Body;
And I am the poet of the Soul.
The pleasures of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with me;
The first I graft and increase upon myself --
the latter I translate into a new tongue.
I am the poet of the woman the same as the man;
And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,
And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.
I chant the chant of dilation or pride;
We have had ducking and deprecating about enough;
I show that size is only development.
Have you outstript the rest? Are you the President?
It is a trifle -- they will more than arrive there, every one,
and still pass on.
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night;
I call to the earth and sea, half-held by the night.
Press close, bare-bosom'd night! Press close, magnetic, nourishing night!
Night of south winds! night of the large few stars!
Still, nodding night! mad, naked, summer night.
Smile, O voluptuous, cool-breath'd earth!
Smile, O voluptuous, cool-breath'd earth!
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees;
Earth of departed sunset! earth of the mountains, misty-topt!
Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon, just tinged with blue!
Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds, brighter and clearer for my sake!
Far-swooping elbow'd earth! rich, apple-blossom'd earth!
Smile, for your lover comes!
Prodigal, you have given me love! Therefore I to you give love!
O unspeakable, passionate love!
And finally- well - if you take this literally - and many people did - then this section is really hot - of should I say, close to explicit.
I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.”
Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,
Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best.
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
“I mind how we lay in June, such a transparent summer morning,
“How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turned over upon me,
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart,
And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.”
Readers were outraged that someone would publish something so indecent.
Let me read that again.
I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.”
Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,
Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best.
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
“I mind how we lay in June, such a transparent summer morning,
“How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turned over upon me,
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart,
And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.”
29:13 Reflections on public perceptions
To be honest, the first time I read that, I didn’t visualize anything really shocking. Maybe I am kinda dense.
Kinda reminds me of a country joke my father used to tell - a lady called the police because she said that a man took off his clothes at 9:00 everynight. This was in front of his open window across the street from her apartment.
And she was outraged.
When the policeman came the next night at 9:00, he looked up at the window and said “I don’t see anything.”
And the lady said, “Well, of course you don’t! You have to stand on this chair and look at the window through binoculars.”
Like much of Whitman’s readers - some were so puritanical in their actions, and so obsessed with even the idea of a bare body part, that they went out of their way to see or imagine something they consider indecent - something that they would not imaged if they weren’t secretly obsessed with sex.
In other words, often Whitman’s critical public could read a section like “reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet” and think “he is holding someone’s beard with one hand and someone’s feet with the other hand. The man would be in a position to have his face free to go — and oh - it’s too awful to think of”
30:49 Walt Whitman’s Anomaly
I found a really interesting - and somewhat off the wall source - called Walt Whitman’s Anomaly online that said on the title page - the sale of this book is restricted to Members of the Legal and Medical Professions. The publication was printed in 1913 and the copy I saw was digitized by Microsoft and is currently in the Library of the University of Toronto. It shows how some influential people of the time felt about the character of Walt Whitman - a genius who we now regard as America’s poet.
I am going to briefly - and I mean very briefly - summarize the six chapters of the book.
The Introduction can be summarized by this quote from a “well-known and correspondent of the poet” who is never named.
The real psychology of Walt Whitman would be enormously interesting. I think the keynote to it would be found a staggering ignorance, or perhaps wilful non-perception, of the real physical conditions of his nature. But the truth about him (the inner- most truth) escapes from almost every page for those who can read."
In the second chapter, the author takes several passages from Leaves of Grass and points out how the passages make for an investigation. An example passage is:
" When I wander'd alone over the beach, and un-
dressing, bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise
And when I thought how my dear friend,my lover, was on his way coming,
O then I was happy ;then each breath tasted sweeter and all that day
my food nourished me more and the beautiful day passed well,
And the next came with equal joy and with the next, at evening, came my friend ;
The third chapter deals with what it calls Whitman’s femininity - that he never smoked, did not like sports, enjoyed preparing food, obeyed specific directions when cooking, served as a MALE nurse, and did not enjoy war - In other words, the “rationale” used by the gentlemen in what is supposed to be a document dealing with a sensitive matter comes across as stupid gossip - or to paraphrase Shakespeare - a tale told by idiots full of sound and fury and signifying nothing.
In the fourth chapter, the writer uses Whitman’s choice of friends as proof as - well the author is too reticent to say. He also uses Whitman’s choice of words - words which could mean anything - as proof that Whitman is a bad influence.
The fifth chapter just talks in circles, and basically says nothing.
The final chapter ends with “it must be admitted that Walt Whitman was homosexual. The conclusion is as sound as an anvil.”
I find it interesting that even as late as the early twentieth century, a group of supposed learned lawyers could engage in some pretty heavy duty character assassination based on hearsay and prejudicial opinions. But then again, we still have some of those prejudicial opinions with us. Just look at the Supreme Court.
34:16 Whitman and intimate relationships?
A frequent question among scholars is was Whitman ever involved in a same-sex relationship. Most experts believe that at the very least, Peter Doyle, a young bus conductor , was one of the men with whom Whitman was believed to have had an intimate relationship. In What is the Grass by Mark Doty, the author writes that when Whitman and Doyle met, Doyle said, We were familiar at once—I put my hand on his knee—we understood. He did not get out at the end of the trip—in fact went all the way back with me.” In his notebooks, Whitman was so reticent to write down Peter Doyle’s name, that he used the code "16.4" (P.D. being the 16th and 4th letters of the alphabet). - like me as a kid at the campfire writing down “going into the bathroom and touching p.” I am surprised now that I did not make up some kind of code.
While there is still intense debate, biographers usually described Whitman as either homosexual or bisexual in his feelings and attractions. And I could spend several podcast episodes dealing with this issue. Unfortunately, we may never know completely because Whitman was always changing pronouns and phrases in his works. He knew all too well that to be open about his sexuality during his lifetime would have been literary suicide.
36:01 Rufus Griswold’s opinions
Now a word about Rufus Griswold - he will play quite a part in literature of the 19th century, and was the only critic to remark on Whitman’s presumed sexual activity. Griswold was a failed preacher, and apparently highly influential in literary circles. Very opinionated and judgmental - he could make or break you - and he suggested Whitman was guilty of "that horrible sin not to be mentioned among Christians.”
This podcast will cover in more detail later some of the misinformation about Edgar Allan Poe that started with Griswold. Much of what we know - or think we know about Poe - is based on Rufus Griswold’s bitter and even false remembrances of the writer - like having your worst enemy as your literary executor - which is precisely what Poe did in somehow having Rufus Griswold as his literary executor, as well as his biographer.
This Rufus Griswold - who I hope I have convinced you was “bad news” wrote the following in his highly judgmental review of the 1855 edition of Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass:
We have found it impossible to convey any, even the most faint idea of style and contents, and of our disgust ”“and detestation of them, without employing language that cannot be pleasing to ears polite; but it does seem that someone should, under circumstances like these, undertake a most disagreeable, yet stern duty. The records of crime show that many monsters have gone on in impunity, because the exposure of their vileness was attended with too great indelicacy. Peccatum illud horrible, inter Christianos non nominandum.”
I wonder how many of Griswold’s readers understood the Latin he used or what he was referring to - I know I had to look it up - and I doubt that your average person in the 19th century had internet access, But this Latin, from Blackstone’s 1811 Commentaries on the Laws of England, indicates the crime of sodomy as that sin which cannot be named among Christians.
38:30 Meeting of Wilde and Whitman
Now in 1882, Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman actually met. Now
Oscar Wilde was only twenty-seven years old and on his American tour. He specifically sought out the sixty-two year old Walt Whitman. Wilde wanted to see Whitman because the British edition of Leaves of Grass of that time omitted some of the more overtly sexual poems, Not surprisingly, Leaves of Grass had become a sensation among readers of poetry, freethinkers, and a subculture of gay men who were beginning to develop a form of pride in their recently recognized sexual orientation.
When Walt Whitman learned that a English writer wanted to meet with him, he probably expected a tedious appointment with a fawning admirer. The story is told that when Wilde arrived, Whitman privately asked his assistant to leave them, and then return in half an hour to show Mr. Wilde to the door. But when a half an hour passed and Whitman’s assistant appeared, Whitman told him to take the afternoon off - that his his services would not be needed. Whitman and Wilde proceeded upstairs to continue a private visit that lasted over several hours. “He is a fine large handsome youngster,” the poet wrote, in a letter to a friend, and “he had the good sense to take a great fancy to me.”
With his encyclopedic style of listing group after group - if Walt Whitman were alive today, I am sure he would write about all kinds of people - all classes and races and genders and sexual orientations - because the idea behind all his work is that the fate of each of us is tied to the essence of democracy.
40:41 Conclusion
I think one of the best musical expressions of Whitman’s philosophy in the showcase finale of the movie Fame from 1980. The song, I sing the body electric, is a fusion of gospel, rock, dance, and orchestra. I put the URL to the song on youtube at the top of my website on my transcript of this episode, as well as the show notes. Of course, the finale makes a bit more sense if you have seen the movie Fame - and I highly recommend Fame - but it is a moving experience that creeps up on you even if you just watch the clip. I saw the movie when it came out in 1980, and I still get chills all over when I watch the clip of I Sing the Body Electric - words directly from Walt Whitman.
This afternoon, I was picking out a t-shirt to wear. And I saw an old shirt from DC Pride - my first reaction was “now this is fine for a progressive area like Dupont Circle in Washington DC’ - but not for a walk to the drug store. The thought went through my head “What will people think?” Then I realized my thoughts were basically that of the scared little kid seated around a campfire. But one thing doing this podcast has taught me is that Walt Whitman, Bayard Taylor, and thousands of people suffered so I could be honest with myself and with others - an honesty and self-acceptance that is at the center of Pride Month.
My original intentions was the do an episode solely about the great Walt Whitman and the optimistic spirit connected with connected with Pride Month. But a few days ago, the news was released that the Supreme Court was beginning a pattern of eroding our freedoms by abolishing Roe Versus Wade. And Justice Thomas has all but announced that the Court intends to ban contraception, sexual intimacy, and marriage equality. I know that some say, “it might not be THAT bad” but to quote the great Maya Angelou -when someone shows you who they are, BELIEVE them.
When a court makes a horrifying decision such as a ban on abortion,we are all hurt - especially women of color. You personally might not belong to a group that is directly affected, but no one can ignore the fact that a freedom is being taken away. When the freedoms of any group is taken away, it affects us all.
To quote Bertold Brecht, inspired by Emil Gustav Friedrich Martin Niemöller
“First of all, they came to take the gypsies
and I was happy because they pilfered.
Then they came to take the Jews
and I said nothing,
because they were unpleasant to me.
Then they came to take homosexuals,
and I was relieved, because they were annoying me.
Then they came to take the Communists,
and I said nothing because I was not a Communist.
One day they came to take me,
and there was nobody left to protest.
44:20 Future Episodes
The next episode of Celebrate Poe largely consists of sections from the episode “Call Me By Your Name” - regarding a letter that Walt Whitman recieved from Bram Stoker - the author of Dracula.
Call Me By Your Name has to be one of the most unusual episodes that Celebrate Poe has ever had. Call Me By Your Name could also be appropriate for Pride month and according to my buzzsprout specs, is the second most downloaded episode of Celebrate Poe.
44:52 Sources
Sources include Glances Backward: An Anthology of American Homosexual Writing 1830 to 1920, What is the Grass by Mark Doty, Making Your Own Days: The Pleasures of Reading and Writing Poetry by Kenneth Koch, Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman, The Cambridge Companion to Walt Whitman by Ezra Greenspan, A Critical Companion to Walt Whitman by Harold Bloom, Intimate with Walt Whitman from Whitmans Conversations with Horace Traubel, 1882-1892, Walt Whitman’s Mystical Ethics of Comradeship: Homosexuality and the Marginality of Friendship at the Crossroads of Modernity by Juan A. Herrero Brasas,The Poe Log: A Documentary Life of Edgar Allan Poe by Dwight R. Thomas and David K. Jackson, Edgar Allan Poe: The Man by Mary E. Phillips, and The Home Life of Edgar Allan Poe by Susan Archer Talley Weiss.
45:54 Outro
Thank you for listening to Celebrate Poe.
Music outro from Come Rest in This Bosom