{"quotes":[{"text":"They do not sweat and whine about their condition, they do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, they do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago. ","author":"Walt Whitman","tags":["animals","walt-whitman"],"id":2803,"author_id":"Walt+Whitman"},{"text":"Pleasured equallyIn seeking as in finding,Each detail minding,Old Walt went seekingAnd finding.","author":"Langston Hughes","tags":["finding","poetry","seeking","walt-whitman"],"id":107862,"author_id":"Langston+Hughes"},{"text":"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.","author":"Walt Whitman","tags":["death","homage","life","poem","reflection","song","walt-whitman"],"id":122382,"author_id":"Walt+Whitman"},{"text":"I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least, Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.","author":"Walt Whitman","tags":["atheism","god","religion","religious","walt-whitman"],"id":154314,"author_id":"Walt+Whitman"},{"text":"Too many poets act like a middle-aged mother trying to get her kids to eat too much cooked meat, and potatoes with drippings (tears). I don't give a damn whether they eat or not. Forced feeding leads to excessive thinness (effete). Nobody should experience anything they don't need to, if they don't need poetry bully for them. I like the movies too. And after all, only Whitman and Crane and Williams, of the American poets, are better than the movies.","author":"Frank O'Hara","tags":["frank-o-hara","poetry","walt-whitman","william-carlos-williams"],"id":155382,"author_id":"Frank+O%27Hara"},{"text":"I situate myself, and seat myself,And where you recline I shall recline,For every armchair belonging to you as good as belongs to me.I loaf and curl up my tailI yawn and loaf at my ease after rolling in the catnip p.","author":"Henry N. Beard","tags":["cats","humor","leaves-of-grass","song-of-myself","walt-whitman"],"id":167560,"author_id":"Henry+N.+Beard"},{"text":"The Open Road goes to the used-car lot.","author":"Louis Simpson","tags":["american-exceptionalism","capitalism","freedom","frontier","individualism","liberalism","liberty","restlessness","romanticism","rootlessness","satire","self-reliance","walt-whitman"],"id":227300,"author_id":"Louis+Simpson"},{"text":"You can never know where I am or what I am,But I am good company to you nonetheless,And really do regret I broke your ink.","author":"Henry N. Beard","tags":["cats","humor","leaves-of-grass","song-of-myself","walt-whitman"],"id":287870,"author_id":"Henry+N.+Beard"},{"text":"One's-Self I Sing One's-self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say the Form complete is worthier far, The Female equally with the Male I sing. Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power, Cheerful, for freest action form'd under the laws divine, The Modern Man I sing.","author":"Walt Whitman","tags":["ones-self-i-sing","poet","poetry","walt-whitman"],"id":304400,"author_id":"Walt+Whitman"},{"text":"To the bankrupt poet, to the jilted lover, to anyone who yearns to elude the doubt within and the din without, the tidal strait between Manhattan Island and her favorite suburb offers the specious illusion of easy death. Melville prepared for the plunge from the breakwater on the South Street promenade, Whitman at the railing of the outbound ferry, both men redeemed by some Darwinian impulse, maybe some epic vision, which enabled them to change leaden water into lyric wine. Hart Crane rejected the limpid estuary for the brackish swirl of the Caribbean Sea. In each generation, from Washington Irving’s to Truman Capote’s, countless young men of promise and talent have examined the rippling foam between the nation’s literary furnace and her literary playground, questioning whether the reams of manuscript in their Brooklyn lofts will earn them garlands in Manhattan’s salons and ballrooms, wavering between the workroom and the water. And the city had done everything in its power to assist these men, to ease their affliction and to steer them toward the most judicious of decisions. It has built them a bridge.","author":"Jacob M. Appel","tags":["bankrupt","brooklyn","brooklyn-bridge","east-river","failure","herman-melville","hopelessness","jacob-m-appel","manhattan","melville","new-york-city","suicide","walt-whitman","whitman"],"id":306409,"author_id":"Jacob+M.+Appel"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":13,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}