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I Sing the Body Electric - updated 27 June 2008
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Mar 28, 2008, 12:16 AM
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Last update 27 June 2008
I Sing the Body Electric:
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I Sing the Body Electric:
I sing the body electric
I celebrate the me yet to come
I toast to my own reunion
When I become one with the sun
I sing the body electric
I glory in the glow of rebirth
Creating my own tomorrow
When I shall embody the earth
We are the emperors now
And we are the czars
And I'll serenade Venus
I'll serenade Mars
And I'll burn with the fire of ten million stars
And in time, And in time, We will all be stars
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I Sing the Body Electric:
The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul.
Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves; And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead? And if the body does not do as much as the Soul? And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul?
This is the female form;
A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot;
It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction!
I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor—all falls aside but myself and it;
The male is not less the soul, nor more—he too is in his place;
He too is all qualities—he is action and power;
The flush of the known universe is in him;
Scorn becomes him well, and appetite and defiance become him well;
The wildest largest passions, bliss that is utmost, sorrow that is utmost, become him well—pride is for him;
The full-spread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul;
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I Sing the Body Electric:
Unwilling to accept an electrical grandmother as a surrogate for her dead mother, until the grandmother demonstrates her own immortality.
A fable? Most assuredly.
But who's to say at some distant moment there might not be an assembly line producing a gentle product in the form of a grandmother whose stock in trade is love?
Fable, sure—but who's to say? ”
They make a fairly convincing pitch here.
It doesn't seem possible though, to find a woman who might be ten times better than mother in order to seem half as good—except,
of course, in the Twilight Zone
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In Memory of:
----------------Ray Bradbury
----------------Wade Lassister
----------------Rod Serling
----------------Walt Whitman
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currently at 234,897 and working really hard
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