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<> “These are really the thoughts of all men, in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing, If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing, If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing.” Song of Myself (1892 version) by WALT WHITMAN                                                       ­      §§§ *exactly, for if not to mystify and to demystify, why do we write, opine large, secretly confessing, what is know to all soto voice in the chamber of secrets that lies between the brains four chambered ventricles, that leads to a Grand Canal through which flow riddles, all these thoughts, yours, mine, and overlapping crazy solitary, they merge within the river of combination, then known to all, colloquially named Ours, then too, answers arrive in the scrivening, when each plain to see, once the riddle posed, the answer is freed to exposure, like veins blue to red, when oxygenated, our mysteries, all colors, untied, there is but one color, reddened blood these thoughts, become yours, more than mine, for in the taking is the additive chemical that enhances, making the distance closed to only closed, here I pause, fearful, I hesitate, you do not understand, sunshine can blind any man, sickness humble any body, we are alike in commonality, more than different, we are all riddled and next to nothing is everything, all worth knowing, you, write my poetry, as I write of you with breathless ease and comfort, for the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, are original to where our eyes espy each other, where our lips kiss to cross, cross to kiss, what is the what, this simplicity, the great difference*                                                        §§§§§ Fri. May 15 Manhattan Island, Isle of Man 10:26am
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Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
After Whitman: “If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle, they are nothing”
<> “These are really the thoughts of all men, in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing, If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing, If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing.” Song of Myself (1892 version) by WALT WHITMAN                                                       ­      §§§ *exactly, for if not to mystify and to demystify, why do we write, opine large, secretly confessing, what is know to all soto voice in the chamber of secrets that lies between the brains four chambered ventricles, that leads to a Grand Canal through which flow riddles, all these thoughts, yours, mine, and overlapping crazy solitary, they merge within the river of combination, then known to all, colloquially named Ours, then too, answers arrive in the scrivening, when each plain to see, once the riddle posed, the answer is freed to exposure, like veins blue to red, when oxygenated, our mysteries, all colors, untied, there is but one color, reddened blood these thoughts, become yours, more than mine, for in the taking is the additive chemical that enhances, making the distance closed to only closed, here I pause, fearful, I hesitate, you do not understand, sunshine can blind any man, sickness humble any body, we are alike in commonality, more than different, we are all riddled and next to nothing is everything, all worth knowing, you, write my poetry, as I write of you with breathless ease and comfort, for the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, are original to where our eyes espy each other, where our lips kiss to cross, cross to kiss, what is the what, this simplicity, the great difference*                                                        §§§§§ Fri. May 15 Manhattan Island, Isle of Man 10:26am
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