Saturday, June 30, 2007

TOTAL CHAOS FOREVERMONTH: Walt Whitman

The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn
--"A Woman Waits for Me"

As alluded to yesterday, here is your painting of Walt Whitman--shown here floating in the sky on account of his deadness--giving birth to himself in duplicate. I wish I could have made it triplicate, but I was frankly exhausted. I wish also that I was able to show this duplicate birth taking place on the composite face of my readership, as the line itself dictates, but some things are perhaps better left to the imagination.

6 comments:

Reb said...

wow

Tricia said...

It is a sort of tribute to mothers as well, if you squint hard enough, so consider yourself appreciated!

Harry said...

Like aphids. They're born pregnant, you know.

Tricia said...

I didn't know. You are a geyser of enlightenment.

Jilly said...

you outdone yourself with that one

Tricia said...

Just wait till you see the picture I drew of him in the womb, busily absorbing a twin.*

*said picture does not actually exist