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Oh my! Your double entendre is so... big!
Nov. 8th, 2004 05:54 pmThe real poems, (what we call poems being merely pictures,)
The poems of the privacy of the night, and of men like me,
This poem drooping shy and unseen that I always carry, and that all men carry,
(Know once for all, avow'd on purpose, wherever are men like me, are our lusty lurking masculine poems.)
Thank you, Whitman. For officially fucking my brain every time I read something you wrote.
In other news, to quote my wildly-blushing Whitman professor, "Our entire language is a big double entendre." To which my snickered comment to Alicia was, "...big."
The poems of the privacy of the night, and of men like me,
This poem drooping shy and unseen that I always carry, and that all men carry,
(Know once for all, avow'd on purpose, wherever are men like me, are our lusty lurking masculine poems.)
Thank you, Whitman. For officially fucking my brain every time I read something you wrote.
In other news, to quote my wildly-blushing Whitman professor, "Our entire language is a big double entendre." To which my snickered comment to Alicia was, "...big."