Calamus 23 This moment as I sit alone
A promise of global unity, Whitman sharing his adulation for men in other countries.
I guess this is an antidote to Whitman's nationalism? His celebrations of America seem sweet and sincere but they are very American-centric. Here he's explicitly saying men of other lands can be just as wise, beautiful, or benevolent as American men. It seems unusual that he feels he has to say it explicitly.
As for the queer reading, his conclusion is
I know we should be brethren and lovers
There's that word, "lovers". It's so brash it's hard to understand. It seems uncharacteristically direct even understanding Whitman as a gay poet. Maybe this is some 19th century romantic language, mixing what feels very gay in with a more general celebration of brotherhood? Or maybe it is literally what it says, Whitman eroticizing international men.
The presentable stable envelope of an exact category
Christoph Winges, Marius Nielsen
https://arxiv.org/abs/2506.02598 https://arxiv.…
Trans-series from condensates in the non-linear sigma model
Yizhuang Liu, Marcos Mari\~no
https://arxiv.org/abs/2507.02605 https://ar…
This https://arxiv.org/abs/2309.13540 has been replaced.
initial toot: https://mastoxiv.page/@arXiv_mat…
Die "Ethnie", die Region - zwei Begriffe der Transcultural Musical Studies (z.B. in Weimar). Sie sind diese Begriffe, mit der die offizielle kulturelle Politik der EU, abzüglich, Ethnie, auf dem eurasischen Kontinent hantiert, um ökonomische Motive zu kaschieren und durchzusetzen. Die Musikforschung mag wie hier in der Bubliothek in Rudolstadt (s. Bild) das Mikro übergeben. Um die - männlichen - Protaginisten zz hören. Die Fragen die sie post-kolonialistisch stellt sind die alten.
Effective description of Nelson-Barr models and the theta parameter
Gustavo H. S. Alves, Celso C. Nishi
https://arxiv.org/abs/2506.03257 https://
RIP Edmund White. https://www.nytimes.com/2025/06/04/arts/edmund-white-dead.html
“Welcome to our homely den.
What care we for pain or sorrow?
Eat and drink and merry be.
None can tell what brings tomorrow.
Schottische with our Ursa Major,
With our Ursa Minor glide;
Ride the grizzly, kiss the young cubs —
Then shall peace with thee abide.”
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