Walt Whitman would have been a perfect blogger. Didn’t he revise and reprint Leaves of Grass dozens of times? What would instant posting and feedback have done to that thought process? “I sing the body electric,” all right.
After reading a YA novel that got inside the head of an imagined teenage Emily Dickinson, I’m convinced she would have loved MySpace. Would she have posted her poems there? Maybe. Or maybe a cable modem and a glowing screen would have changed the flavor of her reclusive years. I can picture Twitter affecting the rhythms of her lines.
Who else?
This isn’t quite bookish, but I’ve also always wondered what John Lennon would think of hip hop, or techno. What he and Bono might say to each other, or he and Eminem.
The title for Walt Whitman’s blog is obvious: “Songs of Myself.”
His most frequent commenter might have been Pete Doyle, the boyfriend he met on the B&O railroad….
Hi Elizabeth,
I’ve been given an award and I am forwarding it onto you – a new-ish blogger I have discovered (OK I do lurk at times!) because I feel you deserve it. You can pick up your award HERE.
Thanks for the enjoyment your blog brings!
Sassy
