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Whitman and Van Gogh

On the radio the other day I learned about this huge cache of Vincent Van Gogh’s letters that’s been made available (and searchable) on the Internet. Immediately searching for Whitman, of course, I came to this passage from an 1888 letter Van Gogh wrote to this sister: Have you read Whitman’s American poems yet? Theo […] […]

Whitman in Philly (really)

See it with your own eyes, courtesy of Camden. […]

Seance at Scanlon’s?

And guess who followed ME home? […]

Lincoln follows me home for Thanksgiving…

Hey Whitmaniacs, I seriously doubted that I would be back on the blog within 3 hours of leaving class. But I couldn’t resist- So Im sitting in my living room with my mom and sister, watching the History Channel special on the history of Thanksgiving…and who signed the proclamation establishing Thanksgiving? Old Abe. I feel […] […]

A Yawp for Help! Describing Whitman in the World

Meghan Edwards is a student in the Digital Whitman class here at UMW, and she has come up with an extremely interesting idea for a final project that takes advantage of the social networking tools we have been using this … Continue reading […]

A Somewhat Field Trip Post

On our field trip to Washington DC, as we doggedly trekked back to the cars, Chelsea and I fell into conversation about Whitman’s letters. Of course, we were thrilled to have seen them and nearly touched them. The preciseness of Whitman’s handwriting and the possibility that one of the letters might have had his fingerprint […] […]

I Can’t Stop Finding Whitman!

Also known as “On this episode of Masterpiece Theater…” Location: Dupont Metro – North Exit Poem: Whoever You Are Now Holding Me in Hand […]

Where Ben found Walt Whitman

Hey all, so as so much of our focus has been on the Civil War Whitman, I decided to go back to the battlefield where the Civil War really started for Whitman. So here I am on the Fredericksburg battlefield. Ben finding Whitman […]

Where the Other Sam Found Walt Whitman

The “Bloody Angle” is the name given to a piece of ground at the Spotsylvania Courthouse Battlefield on which, in May 1864, some of the war’s most traumatizing hand-to-hand and muzzle-to-muzzle fighting took place. Whitman would c… […]

Sarah Finds Whitman

In which I read Whitman’s poem “To You” at Chatham house (formerly Lacy House). […]

Where Sam Krieg found Walt Whitman

I found Whitman in a variety of place, and discovered later that I looked super-pretentious. Oh well. I contain multitudes! There are slides explaining what I read and where. […]

A Whitman Sampler in the Age of Modernism

In thinking about Whitman’s legacy, I got curious about how much Modernist writers beyond Pound and Williams were engaging him– that is, how much he’d become a common name or referent in writing of the time. So I went to the awesome and ever-growing Modernist Journals Project to poke around. A search for “Walt Whitman” […] […]

Where I Found Whitman…

Fredericksburg has been my home for many years. After a few years on what my parents have affectionately named my “East Coast College Tour,” I ended up back here, at UMW, the one college that I thought I would never attend. Sometimes this place can seem quite stale, but this semester I began to look […] […]

Where Virginia Found Whitman…

Virginia on Youtube reading Walt Whitman Where I read, and show the signs in the video, are on route 24 in Appomattox County, Virginia. Zipcode 24522. […]

Where Meg Found Whitman

I found Whitman on Sandpiper Road, in Virginia Beach, VA. Because Whitman takes so much pride in being a “son of Manhatta,” it’s rather fitting that it was here, as this is where I (very proudly) hail from. Oh, PS: Excuse my crazy hair and the cameraman’s finger that apparently appears three-quarters of the way […] […]

Finding Whitman

Reading “Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun” at the Fredericksburg Battlefield. […]

Finding Whitman

Location : 406 Princess Elizabeth St. Poem: Whoever You Are Now Holding Me in Hand […]

My Contribution to the Whitman Legacy

A poem I wrote earlier in the semester. […]

Chelsea Finds Whitman

I found Whitman at Riverby Books in downtown Fredericksburg in front of the “Modern Warfare” section […]

How could I have forgotten? For 11/17

I can’t believe I forgot to scan this, but check it out: “A Pact” by Ezra Pound I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman – I have detested you long enough. I come to you as a grown child Who has had a pig-headed father; I am old enough now to make friends. It […] […]

Where I Found Whitman

Film Location: Sunken Road in front of the original stone wall where the Battle of Fredericksburg was fought. In the background is The Angel of Marye’s Heights monument. Was the wind piping the pipe of death under the black clouds? (428) During… […]

Erin for 11/17

Preface to this blog: I got a little off-topic. Also, reference to Bruce Springsteen may seem out of the blue if you haven’t read my previous post on an article I read comparing Walt to the Boss, which can be found here. One of the things that I find fascinating about Whitman is that, while […] […]

Jess Pike for November 17

“I announce a man or woman coming, perhaps you are the one, (So long!) (610) This line from Whitman’s final poem in the deathbed edition of Leaves of Grass, So Long!, can be interpreted in a countless number of ways. So, after this weeks readings, I feel that each of the poets are striving to […] […]

Virginia for November 17

The one thing that really struck me in the reading, made me mad. MADE ME PISSED OFF!! Funny enough, it was in the first few sentences of the entire reading. “The master-songs are ended, and the man/That sang them is a name” from Higgins’ essay just enraged me. It was like someone just read over […] […]

Chelsea for November 17, sadly

(As if saying goodbye to Whitman wasn’t enough, I had to go and listen to the recording of Ginsberg reading Howl and A Supermarket in California. Thanks, guys ) As we draw toward the end of the semester, it becomes increasingly important to take a step back from the more particular tasks of uncovering discrepancies […] […]