Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Response Post


Response to  Meagan's blog
As a reader and writer (I can call myself that right?) I am inexplicitly drawn to Whitman.  I (like Meagan) don’t agree with Whitman, but I am still fascinated with his writings.

I think I finally figured out the other day why his writing impacts me as a writer.  I think Whitman’s Song of Myself (and perhaps other of his works) was what I like to call “a genius moment”.  What is a Genius moment? Glad you asked.

Muses in Raphael's Parnassus (1511)
Genius Moments
Firstly, I would like to clarify that having a genius moment does not mean one is a genius or even had a thought that was truly genius. I get them and am clearly not a genius of any sort.

A "genius moment" is when one is able to place everything together, realize connections or purpose, and figure out how to catch, connect and explain thoughts/ideas/systems/and so on.  It is the moment when I can connect everything somehow and realize I need to express it. 

I get them sometimes when writing essays.  The moments of inspiration that lead one to change their thesis.  Perhaps in ancient Greece this would be when the Muses are speaking to you. 

For Clarification

A "duh" moment is when something hits you that you should have realized all along, and the things I call "genius moments" involved working through a thought in one's head or on paper.  (I am sure there is some psychological or philosophical term for what I am describing, but calling it a genius moment makes me feel better about myself) 
  
A Long explanation needs a Simple Answer

So I like Whitman because I get it.  It makes sense to me even if I don’t agree.  I see him having a genius moment and want to share in it.  

1 comment:

  1. I am unspeakably impressed by this post. I'll try to be more speakable about it later.

    Great work.

    ReplyDelete

Poets To Come --- By Walt Whitman


POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!

Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,

But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than

before known,



Arouse! for you must justify me.

I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,

I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the

darkness.



I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a

casual look upon you and then averts his face,

Leaving it to you to prove and define it,

Expecting the main things from you.

Followers