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Christine’s Video in Camden reading for 12/10

Here’s my YouTube video clip of where I found Whitman in Camden. I attempted to load this video all day and I kept getting error messages. It should be fine now (well, hopefully). The sound quality is so horrible that my “S’s” all sound like I have a lisp…sorry. WW Video in Camden reading […]

Jennifer Found Whitman

I found Whitman in Front of Court House Here I am in front of the Court House. I chose this place because Whitman always stood up for equality. This is from Songs of Myself…Enjoy! […]

Where Emily found Whitman

Where I found Whitman The video is cut off because the battery died.  Ironically, my animal finding whitman partner, opted to leave at almost exactly the same time.  I chose to keep that video, rather than reshoot it with a fresh battery, because Simon’s exit is very Whitmanesque and goes perfectly with the excerpt from […] […]

Where Adam L Found Whitman

A VOICE FROM DEATH. (The Johnstown, Penn., cataclysm, May 31, 1889.) A VOICE from Death, solemn and strange, in all his sweep and power, With sudden, indescribable blow—towns drown’d—humanity by thousands slain, The vaunted work of thrift, goods, dwellings, forge, street, iron bridge, Dash’d pell-mell by the blow—yet usher’d life continuing on, (Amid the rest, […] […]

Where Adam B. found Whitman

Pardon the poor audio quality… I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing […] […]

Where Elizabeth Found Whitman

“Years of the Modern” by Walt Whitman Years of the modern! years of the unperform’d! Your horizon rises, I see it parting away for more august dramas, I see not America only, not only Liberty’s nation but other nations preparing, I see tremendous entrances and exits, new combinations, the solidarity of races, I see that […] […]

Where Jillian Found Whitman

The poem in its entirety Come up from the fields, father, here’s a letter from our Pete, And come to the front door, mother, here’s a letter from thy dear son. Lo, ’tis autumn, Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder, Cool and sweeten Ohio’s villages with leaves fluttering in the moderate wind, […] […]