#hitman

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#highland #leaves-of-grass #nature #poetry #song

What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#homage #life #poem #reflection #song

Yeah, Hitman I suppose is most of the time a lighter read than Preacher; it was always going to be. ↗

— Garth Ennis

#going #hitman #i #lighter #most

American poets celebrate their bodies, very specifically, as Whitman did. ↗

— Diane Wakoski

#bodies #celebrate #did #poets #specifically

I answer that question by saying: 'Why Meg Whitman' which is: I'm not a career politician. I spent 30 years in business. I can tell you that people in California have had it with career politicians: they are done. ↗

— Meg Whitman

#business #california #career #career politicians #done

I always knew in my heart Walt Whitman's mind to be more like my own than any other man's living. As he is a very great scoundrel this is not a pleasant confession. ↗

— Gerard Manley Hopkins

#any #confession #great #heart #i

Vegas has the Whitman's Sampler of audiences. They come from all different places, so you have to do some crowd psychology. You have to find the heartbeat of the room. It doesn't shift my jokes, but it shifts my timing and my attention. ↗

— Hal Sparks

#audiences #come #crowd #different #different places

And I can’t help but feel that Whitman, for all his blustering beauty, might have been just a bit too optimistic. We can hear others, and we can travel to them without moving, and we can imagine them, and we are all connected one to the other by a crazy root system like so many leaves of grass — but the game makes me wonder whether we can really ever fully become one another. ↗

— John Green

#beauty

Walt Whitman, he who laid end to end words never seen in each other's company before outside of a dictionary. ↗

— David Lodge

#company #dictionary #each #end #laid

Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies. ↗

— Federico Garcia Lorca

#beard #beautiful #butterflies #failed #full