Walt Whitman - tuo Amerikan Nietzsche (RR) - kasvattaa "Ruohonlehtiä" ja on "kiltti anarkisti", joka kokee syvää yhteyttä luonnon ja lähimmäistensä kanssa.
Saksan Nietzschelle nämä teemat jäivät pikemminkin saavuttamattomaksi utopiaksi kuin olisivat muuttuneet käytännön elämän maksiimeiksi - valitettavasti...
Se, minkä Friedrich Nietzsche älyllisessä ja intuitiivisessa terävyydessään "voitti" (esim. suhteessa Whitmaniin), sen hän mielensä rauhassa ja tasapainossa menetti.
150 Years After “Leaves of Grass,”
Contents. Whitman, Walt. 1900. Leaves of Grass (laaja kattaus)
Leaves of Grass Index (vielä laajempi kattaus!)
Whitman
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Ron Silliman Monday, July 04, 2005
One hundred fifty years ago today, Walt Whitman self-published the first edition of Leaves of Grass, a book that one could easily claim doomed the School of Quietude to the dustbin of history, or which, at the very least, revealed its love of Anglophiliac form to be an aberration born of the nation’s particular narrative. In the following poem, untitled in the first edition, tho later called “Europe, the 72nd and 73rd Years of These States,” the ellipses are all Whitman’s, as are the idiosyncratic capitals:
Suddenly out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves,
Like lightning Europe le’pt forth . . . . half startled at itself,
Its feet upon the ashes and the rags . . . Its hands tight to the throat of kings.
O hope and faith! O aching close of lives! O many a sickened heart!
Turn back unto this day, and make yourself afresh.
And you, paid to defile the People . . . . you liars mark:
Not for numberless agonies, murders, lusts,
For court thieving in its manifold mean forms,
Worming from his simplicity the poor man’s wages’
For many a promise sworn by royal lips, And broken, and laughed at in the breaking,
Then in their power not for all these did the blows strike of personal revenge . . or the heads of the nobles fall;
The People scorned the ferocity of kings.
But the sweetness of mercy brewed bitter destruction, and the frightened rulers come back:
Each comes in state with his train . . . . hangman, priest and tax-gatherer . . . . soldier, lawyer, jailer and sycophant.
Yet behind all, lo, a Shape,
Vague as the night, draped interminably, head front and form in scarlet folds,
Whose face and eyes none may see,
Out of its robes only this . . . . the red robes, lifted by the arm,
One finger pointed high over the top, like the head of a snake appears.
Meanwhile corpses lie in new-made graves . . . . bloody corpses of young men:
The rope of the gibbet hangs heavily . . . . the bullets of princes are flying . . . . the creatures of power laugh aloud,
And all these things bear fruits . . . . and they are good.
Those corpses of young men,
Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets . . . those hearts pierced by the gray lead,
Cold and motionless as they seem . . live elsewhere with unslaughter’d vitality.
They live in other young men, O kings,
They live in brothers, again ready to defy you:
They were purified by death . . . . They were taught and exalted.
Not a grave of the murdered for freedom but grows seed for freedom . . . . in its turn to bear seed,
Which the winds carry afar and re-sow, and the rains and the snows nourish.
Not a disembodied spirit can the weapons of tyrants let loose,
But it stalks invisibly over the earth . . whispering counseling cautioning
Liberty let others despair of you . . . . I never despair of you.
Is the house shut? Is the master away?
Nevertheless be ready . . . . be not weary of watching,
He will soon return . . . . his messengers come anon.
I regret that the Chandler facsimile edition of Whitman’s first printing of this book, which in so many ways is the true first step of American writing – the first American writing that did not itself echo the inherited forms of polite British culture (tho anticipated surely by Poe & others) – has been out of print for some time. The link at the head of this note will take you to a half dozen used copies, none of which is unduly overpriced. My old teacher, Dick Bridgman, just before he turned his attention to Gertrude Stein, did a good job letting Whitman’s work present itself in the 1968 reprint. Leaves of Grass is one of those volumes every American should know. It is the work from which every last one of us extend.
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