Walt Whitman and ee cummings (Remixed by Tammy Ho & Yamabuki)

I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself.
I breathe the fragrance myself and like it.
I am satisfied – I see, dance, laugh, sing.
ducking always the touch of must and shall,
whose slippery body is Death’s littlest pal,
skilled in quick softness. Unspontaneous. cute.
I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.
I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning.
O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues.
the signal perfume of whose unrepute
focusses in the sweet slow animal
bottomless eyes importantly banal,
I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth—
I peeringly view them from the top.
I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy.
—beer nothing, the lady’ll have a whiskey-sour—
whose least amazing smile is the most great
common divisor of unequal souls.
I tuck’d my trowser-ends in my boots & went & had a good time.
Where are you off to, lady? for I see you,
at the stall in the market.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it
It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life:
I see in them and myself the same old law.
And such as it is to be of these more or less I am.
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise;
this is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is.
I blow through my embouchures my gayest.
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
I will not have a single person slighted or left away,
I do not snivel that snivel the world over.
I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul.
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all phases.
I accept Reality and dare not question it.
I believe in the flesh and the appetites.
love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me,
I am cut by bitter and angry hail, I lose my breath.
To be in any form, what is that?
it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
I and nobody else am the greatest traitor.
Did it make you ache so, leaving me?
I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps.
it is more mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars,
I stand and look at them long and long—
I am afoot with my vision.
love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive
I tell what I knew.
I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain.
A few large stars overhead, silent and mournful shining.
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death
I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg.
Enough! enough! enough!
Behavior lawless as snow-flakes, words simple as grass.
children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
When I give I give myself.
(I heard what was said of the universe.)
I know perfectly well my own egotism.
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her
I take my place among you as much as among any,
& what is known I strip away.
My rendezvous is appointed, it is certain.
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did.
I know I have the best of time and space—
I do not say these things for a dollar or to fill up the time,
nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night.
Perhaps I might tell more—
I am large, I contain multitudes.
Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
I sound my barbaric yaws over the roofs of the world.
Tammy sets the standard
She sets the standards high
Yamabuki, jumps up
& Leaps skyward
Fool that he is
& stirs in some
e e cummings
among the Whitman
Laughing foolishly
‘But this is fun’
Says he
Winking slyly
And tripping
The light
Of Foolery

Tammy Ho Lai Ming’s quotes
are from Walt Whitman’s 
Song of Myself

Yamabuki’s quotes are taken from
And I’d apologize to:
EE Cummings
But I hope and suspect
That he might well understand
[anyone lived in a pretty how town]
[Buffalo Bill ‘s]
[love is more thicker than forget]
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
“‘kitty’. sixteen,5′1″,white,prostitute”

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