Way too early in the morning to call in a 5150 on Market St. But if you are halfway crawling under a MUNI bus, I guess it's time.
Både mindfulness och känsloreglering ingår också som delar i Idrottshoppet, så det är värt att beakta eventuella risker med dessa metoder.
Kan Suicide zeros nya material faktiskt öka risken istället för att förebygga självmord?
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Calamus 20 I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing
What a heartaching poem of loneliness and the need for the love of another! Just wonderful. I understand now why this poem is so popular, particularly as a gay poem. It is full of meaning and is quite clear about it.
I wondered how it could utter joyous leaves, standing alone there, without its friend, its lover near—for I knew I could not
There's a more cerebral interpretation of this work, particularly if you understand "leaves" to mean "pages in my poetry book Leaves of Grass". Whitman talking about his own poetic inspiration from lovers.
Which well enough. But I'm more interested in Whitman's expressed need for "manly love". Which is clearly on his mind constantly:
my own dear friends ... I believe lately I think of little else than of them
Also Whitman's own eroticization of nature and himself. Here speaking of the tree,
its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself
@merlelaperle.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy hallo Merle, ich habe dir jetzt seit einigen Tagen hier im fediverse zugehört. War skeptisch ob deinem engagierten Fürsprechen für Threema - und kann dir trotzdem inhaltlich oft folgen, aber … die Empfehlung jemand möge an einem Galgen hängen, finde ich, für die Wahl seines persönlichen Messengrs zu überspitzt. Mögen seine oder deine Argumente stimmen, wird damit egal. Schade.
I’ve been hungry for seeing these days, hungry especially for color—wild, deeply saturated, mood-altering color. It has me looking up—as I always do when I’m lost—at the sky. Celeste blue. Blue of infinite depth. Ultra-blue.
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Calamus 16 Who is now reading this?
A funny little poem, omitted in later editions. On the surface it's a challenge to the reader and a chance for Whitman to establish himself as self-aware. Claiming his own flaws.
But the text drips with some latent queer meaning
as if I do not secretly love strangers!
(O tenderly, a long time, and never avow it ;)
A secret love that you can never avow? Hello! At least it's tenderly and a long time.
This seems as good a time as any to link Whitman's Boys, a good recent piece considering Whitman as a queer man and what that means to us in current times. It's a nice overview of some queer theory and is even-handed.
Speaking of "Adhesiveness" in 1960 David Hockney made a painting titled Adhesiveness. Which arguably depicts Walt Whitman fucking David Hockney, the labels 23 23 and 4 8 being a basic numeric code. Along with We Two Boys Together Clinging these two early works are Hockney referencing Whitman and being explicit about being gay. More info in this article and this one.
Went down this morning to the Nevada County board of supervisors meeting to support our first county Pride Month proclamation.