Posts Tagged ‘Walt Whitman’

The secret of it all, is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood, of the moment – to put things down without deliberation – without worrying about their style – without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of paper, the first doorstep, the first desk, and wrote – wrote, wrote…By writing at the instant the very heartbeat of life is caught.

Walt Whitman

(with thanks to John Winokur’s always excellent Advice to Writers site.)


Once I pass’d through a populous city imprinting my brain for future
use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions,
Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met
there who detain’d me for love of me,
Day by day and night by night we were together–all else has long
been forgotten by me,
I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung to me,
Again we wander, we love, we separate again,
Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go,
I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.

— Walt Whitman

I saw the book — didn’t read it at all — didn’t think it worth reading — fingered it a little. Mother thought as I did.

–George Whitman, brother of Walt, on Leaves of Grass

Ty Cobb
“I see great things in baseball.” – Walt Whitman

William Carlos Williams’ The Crowd at the Ball Game
Donald Hall’s baseball poetry
Marianne Moore’s Baseball and Writing
Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s Baseball Canto
Tom Clark’s The Great One
Gregory Corso’s Dream of a Baseball Star
John Updike’s Tao in the Yankee Stadium Bleachers
And of course Ernest Lawrence Thayer‘s Casey at the Bat
Late-breaking news:

Don’t forget Lisa Siedlarz’s I Dream My Brother Plays Baseball, a chapbook you can download for FREE.

And a lovely poem by Galway Kinnell with a funny reference to baseball players and kid’s pajamas.