It’s been a while since my last post. Saturday was the first day of a long weekend, here in Denmark—Whit Sunday or Pentecost weekend (in Danish, Pinse), and I enjoyed the day thoroughly. I woke up Sunday feeling a little under the weather—bad enough, in fact, that I took one of the old covid quick…
“I am large,” Walt Whitman wrote in a celebrated passage of Song of Myself, “I contain multitudes.” He was obviously writing figuratively, in a way that most people could (and still do) grasp. After all, the narrator of the poem is I and not We. And the poem ain’t called Song of Myselves, or Song…