Oi! Okay, so I read this at work, and then forgot to respond when I got home.
YOU are so on the pulse, mah friend! I wrote up a lil something about this... there was a showing of this at Upstate Films just a few weeks back with some celeb who was pals with this man. Just reading about it gave me the chills.
So gorgeous, yes?? I gotta see it.
Just the fact that you mention a gesture...
I swear, I can chart my life in gesture. There are so many that just... I think it's part of how I came by my wrist fetish, because there is latent energy (definitely erotic) in the wrist. And hips, but I think that's sort of a gimme. And we wonder at Walt Whitman's genius! I always felt that I had a sort of emo/erotic kinship with Whitman, after that passage of "I Sing the Body Electric"
"it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists"
If you're on board, I'm definitely getting my tail up there to see it.
Gorgeous, yes. Chat, his friends who were there with him were describing it --35 years later-- and crying over it.
I'll quote myself from a comment above about the gesture I found so [intense adjective here]:
That bit of him kneeling on the wire and "saluting"? That's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen: so unnecessary, so risky, but like a benediction over the city.
A moment of physical and spiritual grace. It knocked the wind out of me.
"it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists"
Why you always gotta do that, Miss Kitty? Something I've never wanted to read, and now I wanna read it. Consarn yew.
I guess it was so prescient that Whitman was gay--for me, he understands the male body in a way that made so much sense to me! In my mind, our collective, mostly-Western understanding of sexuality is scripted by white, heterosexual men. I was pretty young when I found this, after being "unnaturally" drawn to wrists during my dance classes, and I thought, "Well, hell, this sugar's got it just right!"
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YOU are so on the pulse, mah friend! I wrote up a lil something about this... there was a showing of this at Upstate Films just a few weeks back with some celeb who was pals with this man. Just reading about it gave me the chills.
So gorgeous, yes?? I gotta see it.
Just the fact that you mention a gesture...
I swear, I can chart my life in gesture. There are so many that just... I think it's part of how I came by my wrist fetish, because there is latent energy (definitely erotic) in the wrist. And hips, but I think that's sort of a gimme. And we wonder at Walt Whitman's genius! I always felt that I had a sort of emo/erotic kinship with Whitman, after that passage of "I Sing the Body Electric"
"it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists"
If you're on board, I'm definitely getting my tail up there to see it.
*mwah*
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I'll quote myself from a comment above about the gesture I found so [intense adjective here]:
That bit of him kneeling on the wire and "saluting"? That's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen: so unnecessary, so risky, but like a benediction over the city.
A moment of physical and spiritual grace. It knocked the wind out of me.
"it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists"
Why you always gotta do that, Miss Kitty? Something I've never wanted to read, and now I wanna read it. Consarn yew.
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It's easy peasy to read Monsieur Whitman's sexy poem online "I Sing the Body Electric
I guess it was so prescient that Whitman was gay--for me, he understands the male body in a way that made so much sense to me! In my mind, our collective, mostly-Western understanding of sexuality is scripted by white, heterosexual men. I was pretty young when I found this, after being "unnaturally" drawn to wrists during my dance classes, and I thought, "Well, hell, this sugar's got it just right!"
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Ain't mah fault he writes that damn sexy werds!
Ah swear! ;)
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