Tag Archives: Walt Whitman

America is Still: an erasure exercise

Posted on April 26, 2013 by John

America, as Whitman wrote, is fading low; her heartbeat, a sour note. Her voice blows sadness, and one can hear her weep. Her voice resonates inside the bones, reminding of truth, your own. Her war machines bustle songs of might. … Continue reading →

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A New Study on Music and Memory …

Posted on December 15, 2002 by John

or why that stupid song gets stuck in your head…a very interesting bit of new research from Dartmouth College: Music, Memory and the Brain In other news, we have a wonderful little (5-1/2′) Scotch Pine tree now nestled in the … Continue reading →

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America is Still Singing: an envelope sonnet

Posted on December 2, 2002 by John

America still sings, as Whitman wrote, but often-times the tune is fading low; and her heartbeat, not stopped, is often slow, causing a frequent skip, or sour note. Her voice is cracked from shouting in the wind of change that … Continue reading →

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