Let’s take a Whitmanian interlude before season 2 of my spiritual rantings kicks off.
I’ve been thinking about doing an all-Whitman podcast. Uncut Leaves of Grass. What do you think, dear listener?
I started doing readings of Song of Myself because this is the way it sounded to me when I read it, declaimed and impassioned.
Leaves of Grass is such a treasure. It is an honor to orate this living document.
And Walt said it himself: this is your song. And so I said Alright fine, and started singing.