Book one of Leaves of Grass. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by phone. Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Book one, Inscriptions. Once self-icing. Once self-icing, a simple separate person.  A physiology from top to toe icing. Not physiognomy alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for the muse. I say the form complete is worthier far, the female equally with the male icing. Of life immense in passion, pulse and power, cheerful, for freest action formed under the law's divine. The modern man icing. As I pondered in silence. As I pondered in silence, returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long. A phantom arose before me with distrustful aspect, terrible in beauty, age and power. The genius of poets of old lands, as to me directing like flame its eyes. With finger pointing to many immortal songs and menacing voice. What singest thou, it said. Nostow not there is but one theme for ever-enduring bards, and that is the theme of war, the fortune of battles, the making of perfect soldiers. Be it so, then I answered. I too haughty shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any. Waged in my book with varying fortune, with flight, advance and retreat, victory deferred and wavering. Yet me think certain, or as good as certain, at the last, the field the world, for life and death, for the body and for the eternal soul. Lo, I too am come, chanting the chant of battles, I, above all, promote brave soldiers. In cabined ships at sea, the boundless blue on every side expanding, with whistling winds and music of the waves, the large imperious waves, or some lone bark buoyed on a dense marine, where joyous full of faith spreading wide sails, she cleaves the aether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under many a star at night, by sailors young and old happily will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read, in full report at last. Here are our thoughts, voyagers thoughts. Here, not the land, firm land, alone appears, may then by them be said. The sky or arches here, we feel the undulating deck beneath our feet, we feel the long pulsation, ebb and flow of endless motion, the tones of unseen mystery, the vague and vast suggestions of the briny world, the liquid flowing syllables, the perfume, the faint creaking of the cordage, the melancholy rhythm, the boundless vista and the horizon far and dim are all here, and this is ocean's poem.  Dear mariners, for you I fold it here in every leaf.  Chant on, sail on, bear, o'er the boundless blue from me to every sea, this song from mariners and older ships, to foreign lands. I heard that you asked for something to prove this puzzle the new world, and to define America, her athletic democracy. Therefore I sent you my poems that you behold in them what you wanted, to a historian. You who celebrate bygones, who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races, the life that has exhibited itself, who have treated of man as the creature of politics, aggregates rulers and priests. I, habitant of the Alleghenies, treating of him as he is in himself in his own right, pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, the great pride of man in himself. Chanter of personality, outlining what is yet to be, I project the history of the future to the old cause. To the old cause, thou peerless, passionate, good cause, thou stern, remorseless, sweet idea, deathless throughout the ages, races, lands, after a strange, sad war, great war for thee. I think all war through time is really fault, and ever will be really fault, for thee. These chants for thee, the eternal march of thee. A war, O soldiers, not for itself alone, far, far more stood silently waiting behind, now to advance in this book. Thou orb of many orbs, thou seething principle, thou well kept latent germ, thou centre, around the idea of thee the war revolving, with all its angry and vehement play of causes, with vast results to come for thrice thousand years. These recitatives for thee, my book and the war are one, merged in its spirit, I and mine, as the contest hinged on thee, as a wheel on its axis turns, this book unwitting to itself, around the idea of thee, idolins. I met a seer, passing the hues and objects of the world, the fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense, to clean idolins. Put in thy chants, said he, no more the puzzling hour, nor day, nor segments, parts, put in, put first before the rest as light for all, and entrance song of all, that of idolins. Ever the dim beginning, ever the growth, the rounding of the circle, ever the summit, and the merge at last, to surely start again, idolins, idolins, ever the mutable, ever materials, changing, crumbling, recoheering, ever the ateliers, the factories divine, issuing idolins. Low, I or you, or woman, man or state, known or unknown, we seeming solid wealth, strength, beauty build, but really build idolins. The ostent evanescent, the substance of an artist's mood or savance studies long, or warriors, martyrs, heroes, toils, to fashion his idolin. Of every human life, the units gathered, posted, not a thought, emotion, deed, left out, the whole or large or small sound added up in its idolin. The old, old urge, based on the ancient pinnacles, low, newer, higher pinnacles, from science and the modern, still impelled, the old, old urge, idolins. The present, now and here, America's busy, teeming, intricate world of aggregate and segregate for only thence releasing, today's idolins. These with the past, of vanished lands, of all the reigns of kings across the sea, old conquerors, old campaigns, old sailors' voyages, joining idolins. Densities, growth, façades, strata of mountains, soils, rocks, giant trees, far-born, far-dying, living long, to leave idolins ever-losting. Exelt, wrapped, ecstatic, divisible but their womb of birth, of orbic tendencies to shape and shape and shape, the mighty earth idolin. All space, all time, the stars, the terrible perturbations of the sun, swelling, collapsing, ending, serving their longer, shorter use, filled with idolins only. The noiseless myriads, the infinite oceans where the rivers empty, the separate, countless free identities, like eyesight, the true realities, idolins. Not this the world, nor these the universes, they the universes, purport and end ever the permanent life of life, idolins, idolins. Beyond thy lectures, learn professor, beyond thy telescope or spectroscope, observer keen, beyond all mathematics, beyond the doctor's surgery, anatomy, beyond the chemist with his chemistry, the entities of entities, idolins. Unfixed, yet fixed, ever shall be, ever have been and are, sweeping the present to the infinite future, idolins, idolins, idolins. The prophet and the bard shall yet maintain themselves in higher stages yet, shall mediate to the modern, to democracy, interpret yet to them, God and idolins.  Thy body permanent, the body lurking there within thy body, the only purport of the form thou art, the real I, myself, an image, an idolin. Thy very songs, not in thy songs, no special strains to sing, none for itself, but from the whole resulting, rising at last and floating, around full-orbed idolin. For him I sing. For him I sing. I raise the present on the past, as some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on the past. With time and space I him dilate and fuse the immortal laws to make himself by them the law unto himself, when I read the book.  Beginning my studies the first step pleased me so much, the mere fact consciousness, these forms the power of motion, the least insect or animal, the senses, eyesight, love, the first step I say old me and pleased me so much, I have hardly gone and hardly wished to go any farther, but stop and loiter all the time to sing it in ecstatic songs. Beginners, how they are provided for upon the earth appearing at intervals, how dear and dreadful they are to the earth, how they inert to themselves as much as to any what a paradox appears their age, how people respond to them yet know them not, how there is something relentless in their fate all times, how all times mischoose the objects of their adulation and reward, and how the same inexorable price must still be paid for the same great purchase to the states, to the states or any one of them or any city of the states, resist much, obey little, once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved, once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth ever afterward resumes its liberty. On journeys through the states On journeys through the states we start, I, through the world, urged by these songs, sailing henceforth to every land, to every sea, we, willing learners of all, teachers of all and lovers of all, we have watched the seasons dispensing themselves and passing on, and have said, why should not a man or woman do as much as the seasons and diffuse as much? We dwell a while in every city and town, we pass through Canada, the northeast, the vast valley of the Mississippi and the southern states, we confer on equal terms with each of the states, we make trial of ourselves and invite men and women to hear, we say to ourselves, remember, fear not, be candid, promulge the body and the soul, dwell a while and pass on, be copious, temperate, chaste, magnetic, and what you effuse may then return as the seasons return, and may be just as much as the seasons, to a certain cantatreeche. Here take this gift, I was reserving it for some hero, speaker, or general, one who should serve the good old cause, the great idea, the progress and freedom of the race, some brave confronter of despots, some daring rebel, but I see that what I was reserving belongs to you just as much as to any. Me imperturb, me imperturb standing at ease in nature, master of all or mistress of all, aplomb in the midst of irrational things, imbued as day, passive, receptive, silent as day, finding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles, crimes less important than I thought, me toward the Mexican sea or in the Manahata or the Tennessee or far north or inland, a river man or a man of the woods or of any farm life of these states or of the coast or the lakes of Canada, me wherever my life is lived, oh, to be self-balanced for contingencies, to confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as the trees and animals do, savantism. Thitter as I look, I see each result and glory retracing itself and nestling close, always obligated, thither hours, months, years, thither trades, compacts, establishments, even the most minute. Thither everyday life, speech, utensils, politics, persons, estates, thither we also, I with my leaves and songs, trustful, admiring, as a father to his father going, takes his children along with him, the ship starting, low, the unbounded sea, on its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, carrying even her moon sails. Dependent is flying aloft as she speeds, she speeds so stately, below, emulous waves press forward, they surround the ship with shining, curving motions and foam. I hear America singing. I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be, blithe and strong, the carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, the mason singing his as he makes ready for work or leaves off work, the boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck, the shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands, the woodcutter song, the plowboys on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown, the delicious singing of the mother or of the young wife at work or of the girl sowing or washing, each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else, the day what belongs to the day, at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs. What place is besieged? What place is besieged and vainly tries to raise the siege? Lo, I sent to that place a commander, swift, brave, immortal, and with him horse and foot and parks of artillery, and artillery men, the deadliest that ever fired gun.   Fourth from the war emerging, a book I have made, the words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything, a book separate, not linked with the rest, nor felt by the intellect, but you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page. Poets to come. Poets to come, orators, singers, musicians to come. Not today is to justify me and answer what I am for, but you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known, arouse, for you must justify me. I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future. I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness. I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you and then averts his face, leaving it to you to prove and define it, expecting the main things from you to you. Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you, thou reader? Thou reader, throbst life and pride and love, the same as I. Therefore, for thee, the following chance. End of book one, recording by phone. Book two, of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. This Libberbox recording is in the public domain. Recording by phone. Starting from Pomanoch. One. Starting from fish-shape Pomanoch, where I was born, well begotten and raised by a perfect mother. After roaming many lands, lover of populous pavements, dweller in Manahata, my city, or on sedern savannas, or a soldier camped, or carrying my knapsack and gun, or a miner in California, or rude in my home in Dakota's woods, my diet meat, my drink from the spring, or withdrawn to muse and meditate in some deep recess, far from the clank of crowds, intervals passing wrapped and happy, aware of the fresh free giver the flowing Missouri, aware of mighty Niagara, aware of the buffalo herds grazing the plains, the her suit and strong breasted bull, of earth, rocks, fifth-man flowers experienced, stars, rain, snow, my amaze, having studied the mockingbird's tones and the flight of the mountain hawk, and heard at dawn the unrivaled one, the hermit thrush from the swamp cedars, solitary, singing in the west, I strike up for a new world. Two, victory, union, faith, identity, time, the indissoluble compacts, riches, mystery, eternal progress, the cosmos, and the modern reports. This, then, is life. Here is what has come to the surface after so many throes and convulsions. How curious, how real, underfoot the divine soil overhead the sun. See revolving the globe, the ancestor continents away group together, the present and future continents north and south with the isthmus between. See vast, trackless spaces, as in a dream they change, they swiftly fill, countless masses debouch upon them, they are now covered with the foremost people, arts, institutions, known. See projected through time, for me an audience interminable. With firm and regular step they went, they never stop, Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions, one generation playing its part and passing on, another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn, with faces turned sideways or backwards towards me to listen, with eyes retrospective towards me. 3. Americanos, conquerors, marches humanitarian, foremost, century marches, libertad, masses, for you a programme of chance, chance of the prairies, chance of the long running Mississippi and down to the Mexican sea, chance of Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, Wisconsin and Minnesota, chance going forth from the center of Kansas and dense, equidistant, shooting in pulses of fire, ceaseless to vivify all. 4. Take my leaves, America, take them south and take them north, make welcome for them everywhere, for they are your own offspring, surround them east and west, for they would surround you, and you precedents connect lovingly with them, for they connect lovingly with you. 5. I conned old times, I sat studying at the feet of the great masters, now if eligible a dad the great masters might return and study me. In the name of these states shall I scorn the antique, why these are the children of the antique to justify it. 5. Dead poets, philosophs, priests, martyrs, artists, inventors, governments, long sins, language shapers on other shores, nations once powerful, now reduced, withdrawn or desolate. 6. I dare not proceed till I respectfully credit what you have left wafted hither. 7. I have perused it, own it is admirable, moving a while among it, think nothing can ever be greater, nothing can ever deserve more than it deserves. 7. Regarding it all intently a long while, then dismissing it, I stand in my place with my own day here. 8. Here lands female and male, here the airship and heiress ship of the world, here the flame of materials, here spirituality the translatress, the openly avowed, the ever tending, the finale of visible forms, the satisfier after due long waiting, now advancing. Yes, here comes my mistress, the soul. 6. The soul, forever and forever, longer than soil is brown and solid, longer than water, out and flows. I will make the poems of materials, for I think they are to be the most spiritual poems, and I will make the poems of my body and of mortality, for I think I shall then supply myself with the poems of my soul and of immortality. I will make a song for these states that no one state may under any circumstances be subjected to another state, and I will make a song that there shall be comedy by day and by night between all the states and between any two of them, and I will make a song for the heiress of the president, full of weapons with menacing points, and behind the weapons countless dissatisfied faces, and a song make I of the one formed out of all, the fanged and glittering one whose head is over all, resolute warlike one including and over all, however high the head of any else that head is over all. I will acknowledge contemporary lands, I will trail the whole geography of the globe, and salute courteously every city large and small, and employments I will put in my poems that with you is heroism upon land and sea, and I will report all heroism from an American point of view. I will sing the song of companionship, I will show what alone must finally compact these. I believe these are to found their own ideal of manly love, indicating it in me. I will therefore let flame for me the burning fires that were threatening to consume me. I will lift what has too long kept down those smoldering fires. I will give them complete abandonment. I will write the evangel poem of comrades and of love, for who but I should understand love with all its sorrow and joy, and who but I should be the poet of comrades? 7. I am the credulous man of qualities, ages, races. I advance from the people in their own spirit. Here is what sings unrestricted faith. Omnus, omnus, that others ignore what they may. I made the poem of evil also, I commemorate that part also. I am myself just as much evil as good, and my nation is, and I say there is in fact no evil, or if there is, I say it is just as important to you, to the land or to me, as anything else. I too, following many, and followed by many, inaugurate a religion, I descend into the arena. It may be I am destined to utter the loudest cries there, the winners peeling shouts, who knows, they may rise from me yet, and soar above everything. Each is not for its own sake, I say the whole earth and all the stars in the sky are for religion's sake. I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough, none has ever yet adored or worshipped half enough. None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain the future is. I say that a real and permanent grandeur of these states must be their religion, otherwise there is just no real and permanent grandeur, nor character, nor life worded a name without religion, nor land, nor man or woman without religion. What are you doing, young man? Are you so earnest, so given up to literature, science, art, amours? These ostensible realities, politics, points, your ambition or business, whatever it may be. It is well, against such I say not a word, I am their poet also. But behold, such swiftly subside, burnt up for religion's sake, for not all matter is fuel to heat, impalpable flame, the essential life of the earth, any more than such are to religion. 9. What do you seek so pensive and silent? What do you need, camarado? Dear son, do you think it is love? Listen, dear son, listen America, daughter or son, it is a painful thing to love a man or woman to excess, and yet it satisfies, it is great, but there is something else very great, it makes the whole coincide. It, magnificent, beyond materials, with continuous hands sweeps and provides for all. 10. Know you solely to drop in the earth the germs of a greater religion, the following chance each for its kind, I sing. 11. My comrade, for you to share with me two greatnesses and a third one rising, inclusive and more resplendent, the greatness of love and democracy, and the greatness of religion. 12. Melange mine own, the unseen and the seen, mysterious ocean where the streams empty, prophetic spirit of materials shifting and flickering around me, living beings, identities now doubtless near us in the air that we know not all, contact daily and hourly that will not release me, these selecting, these in hints demanded of me. 13. Not he, with a daily kiss onward from childhood kissing me, has winded and twisted around me that which holds me to him, any more than I am held to the heavens and all the spiritual world, after what they have done to me, suggesting themes. 14. Oh, such themes, equalities, oh divine average, warblings under the sun, ushered as now, or at noon or setting, strains musical flowing through ages, now reaching hither, I take to your reckless and composite chords, add to them, and cheerfully pass them forward. 15. As I have walked in Alabama my morning walk, I have seen where the she-bird, the mockingbird, sat on her nest and the briars hatching her brood. I have seen the he-bird also, I have paused to hear him near at hand, inflating his throat and joyfully singing. And while I paused it came to me that what he really sang for was not there only, nor for his mate, nor himself only, nor all sent back by the echoes, but subtle, clandestine, away beyond, a charge transmitted and gift occult for those being born. 12. Democracy, near at hand to you, a throat is now inflating itself and joyfully singing. Matham, for the bread beyond us and others, for those who belong here and those to come, I exultant to be ready for them, will now shake out Carol's stronger and haughtier than have ever yet been heard upon earth. I will make the songs of passion to give them their way, and your songs outlawed offenders, for I scan you with kindred eyes and carry you with me the same as any. I will make the true poem of riches to earn for the body and the mind whatever adheres and goes forward and is not dropped by death. I will effuse egotism and show it underlying all, and I will be the bard of personality, and I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other. And sexual organs and acts, do you concentrate in me, for I am determined to tell you with courageous clear voice to prove you illustrious, and I will show that there is no imperfection in the present and can be none in the future. And I will show that whatever happens to anybody, it may be turned to beautiful results, and I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death, and I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are compact, and that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any. I will not make poems with reference to parts, but I will make poems, songs, thoughts, with reference to ensemble, and I will not sing with reference to a day, but with reference to all days. And I will not make a poem, nor the least part of a poem, but has reference to the soul, because having looked at the objects of the universe, I find there is no one, nor any particle of one, but has reference to the soul. 13. Was somebody asking to see the soul? See your own shape and countenance, persons, substances, beasts, the trees, the running rivers, the rocks and sands. All hold spiritual joys and afterwards loosen them.  Of your real body and any man's or woman's real body, item for item, it will elude the hands of the corpse-cleaners and pass to fitting spheres, carrying what has accrued to it from the moment of birth to the moment of death. Not the types set up by the printer return their impression, the meaning, the main concern, any more than a man's substance and life, or a woman's substance and life, return in the body and the soul, indifferently, before death and after death. Behold, the body includes and is the meaning, the main concern, and includes and is the soul. Whoever you are, how superb and how divine is your body, or any part of it? 14.  Daughter of the lands, did you wait for your poet? Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and indicative hand? Towards the male of the states and toward the female of the states, exulting words, words to democracy's lands.  Land of the pastoral plains, the grass fields of the world, land of those sweet-aired, interminable plateaus, land of the herd, the garden, the healthy house of Adobe. Lands where the northwest Columbia wines and where the southwest Colorado wines, land of the eastern Chesapeake, land of the Delaware, land of Ontario, Erie, Huron, Michigan, land of the old Thirteen, Massachusetts land, land of Vermont and Connecticut, land of the ocean shores, land of Sierras and Peaks, land of boatmen and sailors, fishermen's land, inextricable lands, the clutched together, the passionate ones, the side-by-side, the elder and younger brothers, the bony limbed, the Greek women's land, the feminine, the experienced sisters and the inexperienced sisters, far-breathed land, arctic-braced, Mexican-breathed, the diverse, the compact, the Pennsylvanian, the Virginian, the double Carolinian. Oh, all and each well-loved by me, my intrepid nations, oh, I at any rate include you all with perfect love. I cannot be discharged from you, nor from anyone sooner than another. Oh, death, for all that I am yet a few unseen this hour with irrepressible love. Walking New England, a friend, a traveller, splashing my bare feet in the edge of the summer ripples on Pomanox Sands, crossing the prairies, dwelling again in Chicago, dwelling in every town, observing shows, births, improvements, structures, arts, listening to orators and oratresses in public halls, of and through the states as during life, each man and woman, my neighbour, the Louisianian, the Georgian, as near to me, and I as near to him and her, the Mississippian and Orcansian, yet with me, and I yet with any of them, yet upon the plains west of the Spinal River, yet in my house of Adobe, yet returning eastward, yet in the seaside state or in Maryland, yet Canadian, cheerily braving the winter, the snow and ice welcome to me, yet a true sun, either of Maine or of Granite State or the Narragansett Bay State or the Empire State, yet sailing to other shores to annex the same, yet welcoming every new brother, hereby applying these leaves to the new ones from the hour they unite with the old ones, coming among the new ones myself to be their companion and equal, coming personally to you now, and joining you to acts, characters, spectacles, with me, fifteen, with me, with firm holding, yet haste, haste on, for your life, adhere to me, I may have to be persuaded many times before I consent to give myself really to you, but what of that? Must not nature be persuaded many times? No dainty dolce effetuoso I, bearded, sunburned, grey necked, forbidding, I have arrived to be wrestled with as I pass for the solid prizes of the universe, for such I afford whoever can persevere to win them. Sixteen. On my way, a moment I pause, hear for you and hear for America. Still the present I raise aloft, still the future of the states I harbinge glad and sublime, and for the past I pronounce what the air holds of the red aborigines, the red aborigines, leaving natural breaths, sounds of rain and winds, coals as of birds and animals in the woods, syllables to us for names, okoni, kooza, otua, monogaheda, sok, naches, chatahoochi, kakuita, oronoko, babash, mayami, sagano, chipua, oshkosh, valavala, leaving such to the states they melt, they depart, charging the water and the land with names. Seventeen. Expanding and swift, henceforth, elements, breeds, adjustments, turbulent, quick and audacious, a world primal again, vistas of glory incessant and branching, a new race dominating previous ones and grander far, with new contests, new politics, new literatures and religions, new inventions and arts. These, my voice announcing, I will sleep no more but arise. You oceans that have been calm within me, how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms. Eighteen. Sea, steamer steaming through my poems. Sea, in my poems, immigrants continually coming and landing. Sea, in area, the wigwam, the trail, the hunter's hut, the flatboat, the mace-leave, the claim, the rude fence, and the backwards village. Sea, on the one side, the western sea, and on the other, the eastern sea, how they advance and retreat upon my poems as upon their own shores. Sea, pastures and forests in my poems. Sea, animals wild and tame. Sea, beyond the call, countless herds of buffalo feeding on short curly grass. Sea, in my poems, cities solid, vast, inland, with paved streets, with iron and stone edifices, ceaseless vehicles and commerce. Sea, the many-cylindered steam-printing press. Sea, the electric telegraph stretching across the continent. Sea, through Atlanticus depths, pulses American, Europe reaching, pulses of Europe duly returned. Sea, the strong and quick locomotive as it departs, panting, blowing the steam whistle. Sea, plowmen plowing farms. Sea, miners digging mines. Sea, the numberless factories. Sea, mechanics busy at their benches with tools. Sea, from among them superior judges, philosophs, presidents, emerge, dressed in working dresses. Sea, lounging through the shops and fields of the states. Sea, me well-beloved, close-held by day and night. Hear the loud echoes of my songs there. Pray to hints come at last. Nineteen. Oh, camarado close. Oh, you and me at last, and us too only. Oh, a word to clear one's path ahead endlessly. Oh, something ecstatic and undemonstrable. Music wild. Oh, now I triumph, and you shall also. Oh, hand in hand. Oh, wholesome pleasure. Oh, one more desire and lover. Oh, to haste firm holding. To haste, to haste, haste on with me. End of book two, recording by phone. Book three, part one of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. This Liberfox recording is in the public domain. Recording by phone. Song of myself. One. I celebrate myself and sing myself, and what I assume you shall assume, for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loaf and invite my soul. I lean and loaf at my ease, observing a spare of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil, this air. Born here of parents, born here, from parents the same, and their parents the same. I, now thirty-seven years old, in perfect health begin, hoping to seize not till death. Crades and schools in abeyance, retiring back a while, suffice at what they are, but never forgotten. I harbour for good or bad. I permit to speak at every hazard. Nature without check with original energy. Two.  The shells are crowded with perfumes. I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it, and like it. The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume. It has no taste of the distillation. It is odorless. It is for my mouth forever. I am in love with it. I will go to the bank by the wood, and become undisguised and naked. I am mad for it to be in contact with me. The smoke of my own breath, echoes, ripples, buzzed whispers, love root, silk thread, crotch and vine. My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs. The sniff of grain leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-coloured sea rocks, and of hay in the barn. The sound of the belched words of my voice, loosed to the eddies of the wind. A few light kisses, a few embraces, are reaching around with arms. The play of shine and shade on the trees, as the supple boughs wag, that the light alone are in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hillsides. The feeling of health, the full noon drill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. Have you reckoned a thousand acres much? Have you reckoned the earth much? Have you practised so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems. You shall possess the good of the earth and sun. There are millions of suns left. You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead. Nor feed on the spectres in books. You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me.  Three. I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end. But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now, nor any more youth or age than there is now, and will never be any more perfection than there is now, nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. Urge and urge and urge, always the procreate urge of the world. Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, always a net of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life. To elaborate is no avail, learned and unlearned feel that it is so. Sure as the most certain sure, plum in the uprights, well and tritied, braced in the beams, stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical. I and this mystery here we stand. Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen, till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age, vexes age, knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go base and admire myself. Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean, not an inch nor a particle of an inch. An inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest. I am satisfied. I see, dance, laugh, sing. As the hugging and loving bedfellows sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, leaving me baskets covered with white howls, swelling the house with their plenty. I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes that they turn from gazing after and down the road, and forthwith cipher and show me to ascent exactly the value of one, and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead four. Trippers and Oscars surround me, people I meet, the effect upon me of my early life the reward and city I live in, or the nation, my latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new, my dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues, the real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love, the sickness of one of my folks or of myself or ill-doing or loss or lack of money or depressions or exaltations, battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news, the fitful events. These come to me days and nights and go for me again, but they are not the me myself. Apart from the pulling and hauling it stands what I am, stands amused, complacent, compassionate, idle, unitary, looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest, looking with side-curved head, curious what will come next, both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders. I have no mockings or arguments. I witness and wait. Five. I believe in you, my soul. The other I am must not abase itself to you and you must not be abased to the other. Loaf with me on the grass. Loose the stop from your throat. Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.  Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth and I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own and I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own and that all the men ever born are also my brothers and the women my sisters and lovers and that a celson of the creation is love and limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields and brown ants in the little wells beneath them and mossy scabs of the worm fence heaped stones, elder, mulling and pokeweed. Six a child said what is the grass fetching it to me with full hands how could I answer the child I do not know what it is any more than he I guess it must be the flag of my disposition out of hopeful green stuff woven or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord a scented gift and remembrancer designately dropped bearing the owner's name some way in the corners that we may see and remark and say who's or I guess the grass is itself a child the produced babe of the vegetation or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic and it means sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones growing among black folks as among white canuck, tuck-a-ho, congressman, cuff I give them the same I receive them the same and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves tenderly will I use you curling grass it may be you transpire from the breasts of young men it may be if I had known them I would have loved them it may be you are from old people or from offspring taken soon out of their mother's laps and here you are the mother's laps this grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers darker than the colorless beards of old men dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouses oh I perceive after all so many uttering tongues and I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing I wish I could translate the hints about a dead young men and women and the hints about old men and mothers and the offspring taken soon out of their laps what do you think has become of the young and old men and what do you think has become of the women and children they are alive and well somewhere the smallest sprout shows there is really no death and if ever there was it led forward life and does not wait at the end to arrest it and seized the moment life appeared all goes onward and outward nothing collapses and to die is different from what anyone supposed and luckier seven has anyone supposed it lucky to be born I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die and I know it I pass death with the dying and birth with the new washed babe and I am not contained between my hat and boots and peruse manifold objects no two alike and everyone good the earth good and the stars good and their adjuncts all good I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth I am the mate and companion of people all just as immortal and fathomless as myself they do not know how immortal but I know every kind for itself and its own for me mine male and female for me those that have been boys and that love women for me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted for me the sweetheart and the old maid for me mothers and the mothers of mothers for me lips that have smiled eyes that have shed tears for me children and to begetters of children undrape you are not guilty to me nor stale nor discarded I see through the broad cloth and gingham whether or no and am around tenacious acquisitive tireless and cannot be shaken away eight the little one sleeps in its cradle I lift the gauze and look a long time and silently brush away flies with my hand the youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill I peeringly view them from the top the suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair I note where the pistol has fallen the blab of the pave tires of carts slough of boot soles talk of the promenaders the heavy omnibus the driver with his interrogating thumb the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor the snow sleighs clinking shouted jokes pelts of snowballs for popular favourites the fury of roused mobs the flap of the curtain litter the sick man inside born to the hospital the meeting of enemies the sudden oath the blows and fall the excited crowd the policeman with his star quickly working his passage to the centre of the crowd the impassive stones that receive and return so many echoes what groans of overfed or half-starved who falls sun-struck or in fits what exclamations of women taken suddenly who hurry home and give birth to babes what living and buried speech is always vibrating here what howls restrained by the quorum arrests of criminals slates adulterous offers made acceptances rejections with convex lips I mind them or the show or resonance of them I come and I depart nine the big doors of the country barn stand open and ready the dried grass of the harvest time loads the slow-drawn wagon the clear light plays on the brown-grey and green intertinged the armfuls are packed to the sagging moe I am there I help I came stretched atop of the load I felt its soft jolts one leg reclined on the other I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy and roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps alone, far in the wilds and mountains I hunt wandering amazed at my own likeness and glee in the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-killed game falling asleep on the gathered leaves with my dog and gun by my side the Yankee clipper is under her sky sails she cuts the sparkle and scud my eyes settle the land I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck the boatmen and clan-diggers rose early and stopped for me I tucked my trouser ends in my boots and went and had a good time you should have been with us that day round the chowder-cattle I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west the bride was a red girl her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking they had moccasins through their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders on a bank lounged the trapper he was dressed mostly in skins his luxuriant beard and curls protected his neck he held his bride by the hand she had long eyelashes her head was bare her coarse straight locks descended upon her voluptuous limbs and reached to her feet the runaway slave came to my house and stopped outside I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the wood-pile through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak and went where he sat on a log and led him in and assured him and brought water and filled a tub for his sweated body and bruised feet and gave him a room that entered from my own and gave him some coarse clean clothes and remember perfectly well his revolving eyes and his awkwardness and remember putting plasters on the gals he stayed with me a week before he was recuperated and passed north I had him sit next to me at table my fire-lock leaned in the corner eleven twenty-eight young men bathed by the shore twenty-eight young men and all so friendly twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome she owns the fine house by the rise of the bank she hides handsome and richly dressed off the blinds of the window which of the young men does she like the best the homeliest of them is beautiful to her where are you off to lady for I see you you splash in the water there yet stay stock still in your room dancing and laughing along the beach came the twenty ninth bather the rest did not see her but she saw them and loved them the beards of the young men glistened with wet it ran from their long hair little streams passed all over their bodies an unseen hand also passed over their bodies it descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs the young men float on their backs their white bellies bulge to the sun they do not ask who sees as fast to them they do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch they do not think whom they south with spray twelve the butcher boy puts off his killing clothes or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market I loiter, enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and breakdown black smiths with grime and hairy chests and fire in the anvil each has his main sledge they are all out there is a great heat in the fire from the cinder-strewed threshold the light shear of their wastes plays even with their massive arms overhand the hammer swing overhand so slow overhand so sure they do not hasten each man hits in his place thirteen the negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses the block swags underneath on its tight over chain the negro that drives the long dray of the stoneyard steady and tall he stands poised on one leg on the string piece his blue shirt exposes his ample neck and breast and loosens over his hipband his glance is calm and commanding he tosses the slouch of his hat away from his forehead his son falls on his crispy hair and mustache falls on the black of his polished and perfect limbs I behold the picturesque giant and love him and I do not stop there I go with the team also in me the caressor of life wherever moving backward as well as forward slewing to niches aside and junior bending not a person or object missing absorbing all to myself and for this song oxen that rattled the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade what is that you expressing your eyes it seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life my tread scares the wood drake and wood duck on my distant and day long ramble they rise together they slowly circle around I believe in those winged purposes and acknowledge red, yellow, white playing within me and consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional and do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else and the jay in the woods never studied the gamut yet thrills pretty well to me and the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me 14 the wild gander leads his flock through the cool night yahonk he says and sounds it down to me like an invitation the pert may suppose it meaningless but I listening close find its purpose and place up there toward the wintry sky the sharp hoofed moose of the north the cat on the house sill the chickadee the prairie dog the litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats the brood of the turkey hen and she with her half-spread wings I see in them and myself the same old lull the press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections they scorn the best I can do to relate them I am enamoured of growing outdoors of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods of the builders and stirrers of ships of axes and moles and the drivers of horses I can eat and sleep with them week in and week out what is commonest, cheapest, narrowest, easiest is me me going in for my chances spending for vast returns adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me not asking the sky to come down to my good will battering it freely, forever fifteen the pure contralto sings in the organ loft the carpenter dresses his plank the tongue of his foreplane whistles its wild ascending lisp the married and unmarried children ride home to their thanksgiving dinner the pilot seizes the kingpin he heaves down with a strong arm the mate stands braced in the whale boat lance and harpoon are ready the duck shooter walks by silent and cautious stretches the deacons are ordained with crossed hands at the altar the spinning girl pretreats and advances to the hum of the big wheel the farmer stops by the bars as he walks on a first day loaf and looks at the oats and rye the lunatic is carried at last to the asylum a confirmed case he will never sleep any more as he did in the cot in his mother's bedroom the jaw printer with grey head and gaunt jaws works at his case he turns his quid of tobacco while his eyes blur with the manuscript the malformed limbs are tied to the surgeon's table what is removed drops horribly in a pail the quadruined girl is sold at the auction stand the drunkard nods by the bar room stove the machinist rolls up his sleeves the policeman travels his beat the gatekeeper marks who pass the young fellow drives the express wagon I love him though I do not know him the half-breed straps on his light boots to compete in the race the western turkey shooting draws old and young some lean on their rifles some sit on logs out from the crowd steps the marksman takes his position levels his peace the groups of newly-come immigrants cover the wharf or levee as the woolly-pates hoe in the sugar field the overseer fused him from his saddle the bugle calls in the ballroom the gentlemen run for their partners the dancers bow to each other the youth lies awake in the cedar-roofed garret and hearks to the musical ring the wolverine sets traps on the creek that helps fill the huron the squall wrapped in her yellow hemmed cloth is offering moccasins and bead bags for sale the connoisseur peers along the exhibition gallery with half-shut eyes bent sideways as the deckhands make fast the steamboat the plank is thrown for the shore-going passengers the young sister holds out the skein while the elder sister winds it off in a ball and stops now and then for the nuts the one-year wife is recovering and happy having a week ago born her first child the clean-haired janky girl works with her sewing machine or in the factory or mill the paving-man leans on his two-handed rammer the reporter's lead flies swiftly over the notebook the sign-painter is lettering with blue and gold the canal-boy trots on the tow-path the book-keeper counts at his desk the shoemaker waxes his thread the conductor beats time for the band and all the performers follow him the child is baptized the convert is making his first professions the regatta is spread on the bay the race has begun how do white sails sparkle the drover, watching his drove sings out to them that would stray the peddler sweats with his pack on his back the purchaser higgling about the odd scent the bride unrumples her white dress the minute hand of the clock moves slowly the opium-eater reclines with rigid head and just-opened lips the prostitute dragles her shoal her bonnet bulbs on her tipsy and pimpled neck the crowd laugh at her black-guard oats the men jeer and wink to each other miserable, I do not laugh at your oats nor jeer you the president holding a cabinet-counsel is surrounded by the great secretaries on the piazza walk three matrons stately and friendly, the twined arms the crew of the fish-mack pack repeated layers of halibut and a hold the missourian crosses the plains toting his wares and his cattle as the fair-collector goes through the train he gives notice by the jingling of loose change the floor-men are laying the floor the tinners are tinning the roof the masons are calling for mortar in single file each shouldering his hold pass onward the laborers seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered it is the fourth of seven months in full arms seasons pursuing each other the plower plows, the mower mows and the wintergrain falls in the ground off on the lakes the pike-fisher watches and waits by the hole in the frozen surface the stumps stand thick round the clearing the squatter strikes deep with his axe flat boatmen make fast towards dusk near the cottonwood or pecan trees coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red River or through those drained by the Tennessee or through those of the Arkansas torches shine in the dark that hangs on the Chattahoochee or Ultamaha patriarchs sit at supper with sons and grandsons and great-grandsons around them in walls of adobe in canvas tents rest hunters and trappers after their day's sport the city sleeps and the country sleeps the living sleep for their time the dead sleep for their time the old husband sleeps by his wife and the young husband sleeps by his wife and these tend inward to me and I tend outward to them and such as it is to be of these more or less I am and of these one and all I weave the song of myself 16 I am of old and young of the foolish as much as the wise regardless of others ever regardless of others maternal as well as paternal a child as well as a man stuffed with the stuff that is coarse and stuffed with the stuff that is fine one of the nation of many nations the smallest the same and the largest the same a sadderner soon as an ordner a planter nonchalant and hospitable down by the okonee I live a Yankee bound my own way ready for trade my joints the limberest joints on earth and the sternest joints on earth a Kentuckian walking the veil of the Elkhorn in my deerskin leggings a Louisianian or Georgian a boatman over lakes or bays or along coasts a Hoosier badger buckeye at home on Canadian snowshoes or up in the bush or with fishermen off Newfoundland at home in the fleet of ice boats sailing with the rest and tacking at home on the hills of Vermont or in the woods of Maine or the Texan ranch a comrade of Californians comrade of free northwesterners loving their big proportions comrade of raftsmen and coalmen comrade of all who shake hands and welcome to drink and meet a learner with the simplest a teacher of the thoughtfulest a novice beginning yet experienced of myriads of seasons of every hue and cast am I of every rank and religion a farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman sailor, quaker prisoner, fancy man rowdy, lawyer physician, priest I resist anything better than my own diversity breathe the air but leave plenty after me and am not stuck up and am in my place the moth and the fish eggs are in their place the bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place the palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place 17 these are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands they are not original with me if they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing or next to nothing if they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing if they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing this is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is this is the common air that bathes the glow 18 with music strong I come with my cornets and my drums I play not marches for accepted victors only I play marches for conquered and slain persons have you heard that it was good to gain the day I also say it is good to fall battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won I beat and pound for the dead I blow through my humble shores my loudest and gayest for them Vive us to those who have failed and to those whose war vessels sank in the sea and to those themselves who sank in the sea and to all generals that lost engagements and all overcome heroes and the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known 19 this is the meal equally set this is the meat for natural hunger it is for the wicked just same as the righteous I make appointments with all I will not have a single person slighted or left away the kept woman, sponger, thief are hereby invited the heavy-lipped slave is invited the venerally is invited there shall be no difference between them and to rest this is the press of a bashful hand this the float and odour of hair this the touch of my lips to yours this the murmur of yearning this the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face this the thoughtful merge of myself and the outlet again do you guess I have some intricate purpose well I have for the fourth-man showers have and the mica on the side of a rock has do you take it I would astonish does the daylight astonish does the early red-starred twittering through the woods do I astonish more than day this hour I tell things in confidence I might not tell everybody but I will tell you 20 who goes there hankering, gross, mystical, nude how is it I extract strength from the beef I eat what is a man anyhow what am I what are you all I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own else it were time lost listening to me I do not snivel that snivelled a world over that months are vacuums and a ground but wallow and filth whimpering and trickling filled with powers for invalids conformity goes to the fourth removed I wear my hat as I please indoors or out why should I pray why should I venerate and be ceremonious having pride stirred a strata analysed to a hair counselled with doctors and calculated close I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones in all people I see myself none more and not one barley corn less and a good or bad I say of myself say of them I know I am solid and sound to me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow all are written to me and I must get what writing means I know I am deathless I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenters compass I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night I know I am August I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood I see that the elementary laws never apologise I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by after all I exist as I am that is enough no other in the world be aware I sit content and if each and all be aware I sit content one world is aware and by far the largest to me and that is myself and whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand or ten million years I can cheerfully take it now or with equal cheerfulness I can wait my foothold is tenant and mortised in granite I laugh at what you call the solution and I know the amplitude of time 21 I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the soul the pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me the first I graft and increase upon myself the latter I translate into new tongue I am the poet of the woman the same as the man and I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man and I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men I chant the chant of dilation or pride we have had ducking and deprecating about enough I show that size is only development have you outstripped the rest? are you the president? it is a trifle they will more than arrive there every one and still pass on I am he that walks with a tender and growing night I call to the earth and sea half held by the night press close bear buzzing night press close magnetic nourishing night night of south winds night of the large few stars still nodding night mad naked summer night smile of voluptuous cool breath earth earth of the slumbering and liquid trees earth of the parted sunset earth of the mountains misty topped earth of the vitrious pore of the full moon just tinged with blue earth of shine and dark muttering the tide of the river earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake far swooping elbowed earth rich apple blossomed earth smile for your lover comes prodigal you have given me love therefore I to you give love oh unspeakable passionate love thruster holding me tight and that I hold tight we hurt each other as the bridegroom and the bride hurt each other 22 you see I resign myself to you also I guess what you mean I behold from the beach your crooked fingers I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me we must have a turn together I in dress hurry me out of sight of the land cushion me soft rock me in billowy drowns dash me with amorous wet I can repay you see of stretched ground swells see breathing broad and convulsive breaths see of the brine of life and of unshuffled yet always ready graves howler and scooper of storms capricious and dainty sea I am integral with you I too am of one phase and of all phases partaker of influx and efflux I extoller of hate and conciliation extoller of amese and those that sleep in each other's arms I am he attesting sympathy shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them I am not the poet of goodness only I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also what blurt is this about virtue and about vice evil propels me and reform of evil propels me I stand indifferent my gate is no fault finders or rejectors gate I moisten the roots of all that has grown did you fear some scruffler out of the unflagging pregnancy did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be worked over and rectified I find one side a balance and the antipedal side a balance soft doctrine a steady help a stable doctrine thoughts and deeds of the present our roads and early start this minute that comes to me over the past the sillions there is no better than it and now what behaved well in the past or behaves well today is not such wonder the wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel 23 endless unfolding of words of ages and mine a word of the modern the word on mass a word of the faith that never box here or hence forward it is all the same to me I accept time absolutely it alone is without flaw it alone rounds and completes all that mystic baffling wonder alone completes all I accept reality and dare not question it materialism first and last imbuing hurrah for positive science long live exact demonstration fetch stone crop mixed with cedar and branches of lilac this is the lexicographer this the chemist this made a grammar of the old cartouches these mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas this is the geologist this works with the scalper and this is a mathematician gentlemen to you the first honors always your facts are useful and yet they are not my dwelling I bet enter by them to an area of my dwelling lest the reminders of properties told my words and more the reminders day of life untold freedom and extrication and make short account of neuters and gildings and favor men and women fully equipped and beat the gong of revolt and stop with fugitives and them that plot and conspire 24 Walt Whitman a cosmos of Manhattan the sun turbulent fleshy sensual eating drinking and breathing no sentimentalist no standard above men and women or apart from them no more modest than immolest unscrew the locks from the doors unscrew the doors themselves from their jams whoever degrades another degrades me and whatever is done or said returns at last to me through me the aflatus surging and surging through me the current and index I speak the password primeval I give the sign of democracy by God I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms through me many long dumb voices voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves voices of the diseased and despairing and of thieves and dwarves voices of cycles of preparation and accretion and of the threads that connect the stars and of wombs and of the father stuff and of the rights of them the others are down upon of the deformed, trivial, flat, foolish, despised fog in the air beetles rolling balls of dung through me forbidden voices voices of sexes and lusts voices veiled and I removed the veil voices indecent by me clarified and transfigured I do not press my fingers across my mouth I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart copulation is no more ranked to me than death is I believe in the flesh and the appetites seeing, hearing, feeling are miracles and each part and tag of me is a miracle divine am I inside and out and I make holy whatever I touch or am touched from the scent of these armpits aroma finer than prayer this head more than churches, bibles and all the creeds if I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body or any part of it translucent mold of me it shall be you shaded ledges and rests it shall be you firm masculine colter it shall be you it shall be you whatever goes to the tells of me it shall be you you my rich blood your milky stream pale strippings of my life breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you my brain it shall be your occult convolutions root of washed sweet flag timorous pond snipe nest of guarded duplicate eggs it shall be you mixed tussled hay of head beard brawn it shall be you trickling sap of maple fibre of manly wheat it shall be you sun so generous it shall be you vapours lighting and shading my face it shall be you you sweaty brooks and do's it shall be you winds whose soft tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you broad muscular fields branches of live oak loving lounger in my winding paths it shall be you hands I have taken face I have kissed mortal I have ever touched it shall be you I doubt on myself there is that lot of me and all so luscious each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy I cannot tell how my ankles bend nor whence the cause of my faintest wish nor the cause of the friendship I emit nor the cause of the friendship I take again that I walk up my stoop I pause to consider if it really be a morning glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books to behold the daybreak the little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows the air tastes good to my palate hefts of the moving world at innocent gambles silently rising freshly exuding scooting obliquely high and low something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs seas of bright Jews suffuse heaven the earth by the sky stayed with the daily clothes of their junction the heaved challenge from the east that moment over my head the mocking taunt see then whether you shall be master end of book 3 part 1 recording by phone


Dale, you gotta get in the flat, bro. You gotta get in the flat. You don't have me here. Get in the flat, Dale. Get in the flat. The flame, Addy. I think Dale gets a run here.  Add up.  Doug. What is up with these guys? No, we can make a super bummer, dude. Who's throwing it? Who's playing? Who is this? Oh, god, wait.  Where are you from? Are you from Seawall? Wait, are you from California? You got the Cali accent. No, I'm from Tennessee, bud. Oh, camera's not working waste. There we go. Oh, good. Got my green screen. Got my green screen, dude. That's awesome. This too. Okay. That's woo. This could be a good spot right here. Yo, Addy Ducks. Let's go, yep. Addy Ducks, baby. Crack, crack. I already like you wasted. I feel like you feel this chemistry between us.  I'm love Madden, but I'm a dad. So you and Dovey are the same. You and Dovey are literally the same. It's great. I can play Madden and take care of the kids, man. No, you say you and Dovey are basically the same person. Oh, no, no. Dovey's gotta make it. What am I doing? Yo, Dale, where you play? Your office? I take you for a defensive mastermind. Man, I can play whatever you want, man. Okay, I'll play offense.  Okay. I mean, that's not... You're gonna play a defense.   Are you feeling good on defense? Yeah. Get low. Three, three, cab. Uh, two people with the purples and one dude with the yellow. I like it. Okay. It's D.D. It's D.D. Okay. So, Dale, you wanna know C.W.W.? Dude, C.W.W. C.W.W. and goddamn, uh... You know him? No, I don't know him, but goddamn. Play him. Stone. Stone. Yeah, okay. All the time. That's just awesome. That's epic. I got respect for all you all, man. It's awesome. And I can't believe this is happening. I'm giving you 10 subs, win, lose, whatever. Dude, I'm doing it, man.  You're here. All you gotta do is show up and get this dubbed. That's all. I got PayPal, too. I got, uh... I got, uh... Yeah, I can't say it. There it is. Okay. Okay, Dale. There it is. Dale, what you do? What's your job? I ain't got a job, man. A smart man. Oh, he seems to be mad at me. I ain't do a job, man. I ain't do a job. I ain't do a job. I ain't do a job. I ain't do a job. I ain't do a job. I ain't do a job. I ain't do a job. I ain't do a job. I can play. All right. Oh, my God. Let's go, baby. I got a block here? Oh. Yeah, I can't... I can't play. I can't play like that. I mean, three o'clock in, I can play. Did your wife work at the hospital? No. Yeah, she's the E.R. Travel nurse. I worked seven days a week. 12 hours a day while she finished school. Hey, your parents can see this together. T.V. It's gonna win. Let's go, D. Let's go. Three kids, man. You can't...  Are you... So why are you a Broncos, man, if you're from Tennessee? Dude, I love Broncos. Dude, it was crazy. I was an Eagles fans first. Okay. My dad's side was Redskins. My mom's side was the Cowboys. And I was like, I'm gonna pick the Eagles. Okay. Yeah. I was an Eagles. I was an Eagles for a very long time, man.  Oh, no. Oh, no. They gave Vick another chance.  That made me like the Eagles. I don't know, man. Peyton Manning, Jake the Snake. I was like, I gotta get out of this division and I picked the Broncos. I don't know why. Hey, I like that.  I like that. I love that, man. All right. All right. I want you to get on running back. Okay. We can cook from over there, but the diamonds go to the right side. Ready. See if you want. Okay. Okay. Nice, man. Fucked up.   I can't lie.  You got to catch a little juke right there or something like that.  I see. I mean, I don't know. Maybe you got to be on the tight end. We got to let Manning get on running back. Yeah. I thought this was four. What happened to the cub? This ain't it. This ain't it. I can do all the adjustment. Poffy on this thing, by the way. Somebody clean this. This ain't the cub either, man. What happened? All right, Dale. Dude, I am trying so hard. Like, it's not even funny. But that should have been a pick. No, we'll get it. We'll get it. We'll get it. Next time we'll find the cub. Dude, I'm about there, but like it's crazy with the subs. It's great. Y'all making me play D, but I'm going to. I'm going to show you what D is. I'm going to show you what D is. Y'all got 94-0, 94-D. But you know what D is. Okay. No, yeah. No. What I do is when I open a beer, I drink it. I drink like two or three drinks and then I fill it up with Cherry. I got like two or three shots and every goddamn drink. We're going to win this game, though, guys.  I've never had one. I'm running back, Dale. Get on running back, Dale. Come on. I got it. I got it. All right, Dale. We're good. We're good. We're good. We're good. Are you good? You're good. You're out there now. You get busy. Just get busy. I'm going to find you. Trust me. All you got to do is get busy. I'm going to find you. You got me blocking? I'm blocking here. I can't do anything. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. I see you, man. I'm a professional.   That was a four-yard game. All right.  It's a game, Dale. Let me tell you this. You never go broke taking the game. All right, Dale. Dale, how do you... Oh, I'm wide open. Hey. What? Hey. Can you... Dale, Dale, Dale. You got to turn off your controller microphone. Yeah. Like, you're on PlayStation, right? No, I'm on Xbox. But you got like a mic plugged in right now. Okay. It's okay. It's okay. Lock it in. Hey, why are you echoing right now? Dale, running back. I mean, I don't know what that was. Hey, you had me on a Texas, Dale. Yeah, I see you. I see you, Dale. I see you. I'm coming back to that. I'm coming back to that. I'm coming back to that. Motion out, Sanders. Dale, motion them out. Motion them out. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. No, Dale, I need you to run straight. You picking a lot of... Okay, all right. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. You're switching too much. Dial it in. All right. I don't know where out there.  I blocked for you. Dale, running back, please. All right. I want you to run around the field. All right. Yep. Go for it. This is going through. This is going through. This is going through. All right. Yummy beef, baby. I'm going to possession. I'm going to find 2G. I'll take it. Possession. Good catch. Beautiful. Beautiful. We win this game. Dale, running back. Good job. Mattie Gonzalez, running around. You're going to be open. Oh, my God. You got to let me get on. How are you guys? I was just so hard for you. I'm a blocker. You are the tweezers. All right. Here we go. Mattie. You and I. Dale, running back. Mattie, why did you not... Yo, you cannot freestyle, dude. You want to freestyle. We're running the same way over. Go. When it shows people to run around, they got to run around. Stay on the running back. You're going to run your routes here, boys. That's down. Oh, man. Now to get involved. I'm coming across. He go first. You go first. I had... I'm going to run the curl. I'm going to run the curl. You're going to have me. Dale, you are getting flat, bro. You are getting flat. You are getting flat. You are getting flat. Dale, getting flat. Good play, Mattie. I think Dale gets the run here. Dale, dial in it, dude. Head up. I don't know. I don't know.  Doug. I pissed everywhere. You used the front. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't.  I pissed everywhere. Wait, did you just pee in the top? Wait, hold on, we need to hide, though.  You see how I'm screaming? I see what's streaming, though. I'm still streaming out of my pants. Bro, no, no. Bro, you bro! You see how I'm screaming? It's everywhere! Damn! Figure it out! Bad, bro, you couldn't miss a play.  Are you good, you good, Dale? Bro, clean up at the game, bro. We need to stop, we need to stop. Yeah, yeah, we can clean up at the game. We need to clean up at the, bro. Yeah, listen. You pissed there, bro. It ain't going away. You can't make me disappear.  Did he get you a cub yet? We're still not on the cub. Dale. And there was somebody out of the mouth. Hey, motherfucker, you're trolling, Larkin.  I'm not trolling, Larkin, dude. Okay, this is us here. This is us. You gotta get deep, W. Oh, my God. He's gonna... You only got one controller?  This is terrible. Indeed. This... How are the turntables upturned for Dale? Oh, God. Uh-oh.  I'm gonna run over the... Oh. What the... Dude, I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired. Dude, I'm talking, but it's not... My controller ain't even connected. Wubby, you gotta wait. Good. Get ready, Wubby. That's tough. Wubby, I have younger fingers than you. What do you mean, do I click on them? Dale, sometimes we need a different view. Like, sometimes you can see something. It's not about playing. Yeah, you can be our coach. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you can... Like our team leader. Try blowing on it more. Like blow the hole there. Like the charging hole. No, look, see, look it. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, like that. Did it work? Get the rice. Yo, boy.  Now I'm calling D-10. Do I call the... I didn't know... I didn't know he was pissing. I was playing. I know to play before he didn't run the door. Wait, I already got kicked out. We can back out if W wants. I got...  It's bullshit, man. Rush 4, rush 4, rush 4.  No, you good. You here. Yeah, yeah. Did you watch the game? See what you see? I make arms for you, hell.  No, no, no, no, no. Don't say it. No, that's okay, buddy. Scream. I'm calling timeout. See, we want the ball back. Hey, then. What do you want, baby? Ice. This one, I'm in. Okay, I found my bag. I found my bag, baby. Watch fakes. Ben to the left. Yeah, I'm ready. I'm ready. I'm blocking this. Yep. Yep. Oh, good try. Good try. Good try. You can tell us a little bit about your life. Why is it shit? Why is it shit?  This is a man. You're right.  Get on right back. Get on right back. Get on right back. Get on right back. You play running. It's man. I know. The white flat below the X is lit up and it don't let me do nothing. I think you're good, Dale. I need you right now. I need your eyes. I don't need your ability. I need you to see what's out here. Dude, stop fire for us, man. Angle round, angle round. Far angle round. Yo, get on. Get on running back. Yeah. Far angle. Get some number of numbers and back to the middle. Good job. Keep cooking, keep cooking, keep cooking, keep cooking. I look for our viewers. They're not us. No, not them. We have one time I think. Good, let's just get 10 and get all dense. Oh my God, I tried to... ...jurtle out of bounds. You don't know how to journal. You're out of journal or something. I do know how to journal. You know how to journal. You know how to journal. That was a smart play, though. We need you to be tight. Yes, yep. Yep, out of bounds. It's maimed. This is not a good call. It's not maimed. Let's go now. Yep, longer second. You're good, good. We kicked three. We're good. Two is a three defense in you. Dale, all right, Dale. No more standing up, all right? You lock it in and help us. Yeah, Dale, we don't need your controller. Yeah, yeah, we good. We need your thoughts as a player.  I know, but you're not physically in this game, but you're still part of the team, all right? You're mentally here. So we need you to dial it in. We understand the controller is broken. We passed that bridge, all right? We on the next journey. It's two of my teammates that I'm going to do. It's lighten up. It's lighten up. We're off in the passer, thank you. Yep. Dale, Dale, Dale. Dude, the controller is cooked. Right now, we need calm. Running back, man, you running back. The controller's not quick, just lighten up. I need to close it out. This may not be. Oh, I can't remember. I'm going to pick my way, what way I go. I'm trying, I'm trying. Oh, Dale, Dale, Dale, Dale, Dale. What coverage are they in, bro? I need you to go like run, like today, get back to the outside.  Oh, I thought you weren't changing. I want you to wind up to the flat. I want you to go to the flat. I want you to go a little bit to the middle and to the flat.  At least we're left tackle. Make a mess. That was a good play, Dale. Just run through it, strong, strong, drag, strong, drag, strong, drag, strong, drag, strong, drag. Same switch, same switch that's it. Let's go, Dale. Come on. Dale ain't in there. You in here in spirit. Dale, I feel you inside me. Dale, did you ever watch Remember the Titans? Yeah.  That's you. You gotta take it out. All right? But what do you want to do? Are you going to cry about being paralyzed right now?  Who am I? I don't know what the, I've never seen the movie, but. We already know who you are. We already know who you are.  Who am I? Get it, baby. Get it, baby. Who am I? I told you. I like a crash here. We got a crash. We got a crash here. They're not going to get past us, bro. So you've got it when you run some more. Stop putting. I bet, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. How do I have linebackers now, bro? What are we doing, Maddie?  He doesn't have any linebackers. Fuck! Run cover four! And pitch and crash down. Please!  Bro, he doesn't have any linebackers.  And shade down.  Shade down. I don't watch that. I don't know what's not doing that, man. OK, why are they being pancake?  Well, he doesn't have anyone out here. Don't stop containing. You're never contained again, OK?  Like, there's no way. Whose team did you get, dude? I got to put all this in. This is Dale's team. It's Dale's Denver Bronco's team team. Oh my god, we're champs. That's he doesn't have anyone.  I mean, he's right. He is right. He is right.  Dale is right. I mean, he is right. A smart ball.  Why am I controller working? Dale!  I'm going to run this. I'm going to wait. I'm just going to wait and see how we do. They haven't touched that. We got to make their users fail. Oh my god. Yep.  Won't do nothing. It's Dale! They are crazy looking at me. They're all playing safety right now. Can we get out of there?  Wait, hold my hand. Tighten, tighten, tighten. We're blocking right now. We're blocking right now. I'm good, I'm good, I'm good. I can't intervene. You have me. He's a man. I know, baby.   Good work, man. Come on.  Get a hurry up, sensible, sensible. Yep. Come on, man. One D, one D here, we win this. Touchdown, Darby! Do you ever touchdown, Dale? Like a little shea?  All right, we good. Come on, man. That's a good deal. Do you back in? You dialed in? Let's go.  Let's go, Dale. Get some subways for Dale, try. Make sure y'all follow my man, I wasted it. Follow my man, Dale, switch, bro. Yeah. I need taco here. Woo. Get tacos. OK, I'm setting up. All right, let's go, man, dial it in.  There's no hostility here, just bars. Better, better, come on. We're good, we're good, we're good. It ain't hostility, it's just what was that. We're good, Dale, we're good. We need a coordinator, we don't need a hater. Let's go, here we go. We got it, Dale, don't worry. I got you, Dale. Boom, baby. Same thing. Crashdown, crashdown, crashdown. Crashdown, shade down, shade down, shade down. Shade down, bro, shade down, so that doesn't happen. Pinch and crashdown, pinch and crashdown, pinch and crashdown. Pinch and crashdown, crashdown. Why ain't it, man?  We can back up that. I got the middle here. Come on, man. Now we get 7-1, come on. Let's go. Come on. Man, I could have you out tremendously. Why ain't it in there, man? We're good, we're good, we're good. That's your defense. You brought that to the table.  Tight, tight, tight. It's not man covers, it's cover 3. Gentlemen, now I'm on a spot. QGs. Hey, baby, hey, baby, hey, baby, hey, baby. Honey, honey. What's going on, Dale? Discontroller. You got another weapon though? Get that winter green. Won't stop vibing. You got attached now, man. Won't stop vibing, man. Good job. Pinch, crash down, crash down. You're not crashing down. Crash down, keep crashing down. Keep crashing down. It resets. Why didn't it do that? Yep. Thank you. You're kind of the plot here. I got the middle. That's okay. Yeah, we want the middle. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.  Dude, put that up a guy in the third over the middle of the field, please. Why? Why are you?  No, no, no, I was seeing them up on third down.  I didn't leave. We don't shade down when we're down. We definitely don't shade down. You get middle. Crash down and crash up.  That should be your first thing. I'm not fucking, that's okay. We got to back up that. Hell. I got middle. Good work, good work, good work. That's mean, man. Crash down and crash up. Crash down, shade down, shade up. I want clouds out there. Just tack, good job. Short, short. We can even back up our defense right now. We don't need to be pressed. We can back up the entire defense, Maddie. That's okay, this is good. I don't know who this guy is on the right side, but he looks a little... Get him. That's crazy D with the Bronco steamer. Come on. I'm Maddie Beast and that's defense. Look at that Broncos, baby. You got taken with glowing?  No, no, give me a pass. No, no, no, no, no. Let me run. You might not be on the slain here. I'm on a ball. Yeah, wait. No, no. Oh, look at that. It's a big win for the boys. That's a big win. That's a big win. We lost our partner, but you know. We lost the man, but we gained a friend. Yeah, there it is. That was for America right there. That's what it was for right there, bro. I feel like Canada and America united as one today. We did. We united. I don't know where Canada is, bro. I don't know where Canada is, dawg. You know any Canadian? Canada's beside Alaska. No, no, no. No, no, no.  Are we? Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Thank you, thank you, Dale.  I got new controller coming in like two days. Yeah, you're next up. Your first game. Bro, like what happened, dawg? Like, like. This might be when I say you didn't run as route. Yeah, it was that bit of play. I'm just playing. I'm just playing. You really started pissing. Now he pissed me off right here because he didn't run a route. Bro, you got to understand.  Bro, because he didn't run a route. Like look, I'm trying to run a fade to the outside receiver and a wheel.  And why he not looking what he doing? How he start pissing? Yo, what? But this is when I yell at him because I needed him down here. Like I'm not looking at his camera.  It definitely was some piss.


Are you crying? Well, I should go home to your little mommy. Maybe she's waiting in the parking lot to pick you up Maybe she's waiting for me.  Nobody wants to hear your pathetic voice Familiar I remember you Cool contacts I just got back from halloween haunt at canada's wonderland and as you can tell from my voice I am blown away Look at the theming Look at the theming and the level of effort that canada's wonderland has put into last minute halloween haunt Um, it's absolutely amazing I highly recommend everyone go visit I'm going to give you guys some advice on halloween haunt and i'm gonna actually say Go now the park isn't as busy as it is in the summer If you have fast lane, you're able to walk on a lot of attractions If you don't have fast lane, it's still not the end of the world The attractions aren't crazy like they were in summer in terms of queue lines That being said the level of theming at canada's wonderland this season for halloween haunt Was elevated I have to give a massive shout out to the sign department, the woodworking department All those people that have handcrafted a lot of these decorations and signs that you see around the park The signs for all the scare zones were absolutely amazing The hand carved pumpkins around the park absolutely amazing I also want to give a huge kudos to um all the halloween haunt actors, especially this one guy In farmstead there was a family I don't know why they brought their little like two year olds to this event But they were having a panic attack in the haunted house and this scare actor Big scared crow guy noticed that the family was just not surviving this scare zone And came out of character somewhat to help the family get out of the scare zone without being scared So huge kudos to um that man for helping that family That being said there is a halloween boutique at canada's wonder wonderland that you have To check out it is absolutely amazing and it puts spirit halloween to shame In fact, we went to spirit halloween before we went to halloween haunt And we didn't end up buying anything at spirit halloween, but i definitely dropped some money here at this store They have nightmare before christmas decorations. They have handcrafted decorations And everything is actually reasonably priced It's a lot more reasonably priced than you're expecting and for those squishmallow fans out there They have squishmallows themed to halloween at this store, but check out some of these decorations Some of those are like 30 dollars that you see in that glass case We are expecting some of them to be heavily overpriced, but not everything was great. They even have two dollar um halloween canada's wonderland mugs, but yeah check out these squishmallows um with that being said um, I just want to give a quick little Plea to anyone that watches this video If you're going to halloween haunt at canada's wonderland, please treat everyone that is working at halloween haunt and canada's wonderland with respect There were a lot of rude teenagers at the park today. There were smashing pumpkins Yelling at workers yelling at scare actors calling them names These are people literally just trying to work and entertain you while you're at the park Please remember treat everyone with respect and kindness. I know that sounds cheesy But it is absolutely disrespectful Some of the behavior that we saw at halloween haunt Today you guys really need to get it together in terms of your behavior out in public Yeah, maybe your friends find it funny But other people don't and you're really hurting someone's feelings and ability to work when you're acting and behaving the way you are so please just Take that and please just encourage your friends and anyone you know to behave With that being said the entertainment at canada's wonderland is absolutely insane this year In fact, this is one of my favorite seasons at canada's wonderland halloween haunt Vampire disco was absolutely amazing and from what I hear it's not even done. There's supposed to be a bar an actual bar At this little dance party called vampire disco. You have to go check it out It's absolutely amazing. The music was sick and the actors as you can see here are just a whole vibe Go check out vampire disco at canada's wonderland. It is absolutely insane Um, and I highly recommend the energy is Amazing. I love this. I hope wonderland keeps this this needs to stay I like, you know what I mean?  It's only like a five hour event But um, it's absolutely amazing. I love it. I know I just oh my goodness I love halloween haunt at canada's wonderland this season It was just a whole vibe I could tell that people were you know really enjoying the different vibe of riding rides at night Night entertainment the crowd was all cheering together people were just really enjoying it And again, just a huge thank you to everyone that works at canada's wonderland And the fact that they were able to pull this transition from summer park to halloween haunt park in like a week and a half So kudos to you. Everything looks amazing In terms of best scare zone. I have to give it to farmstead Farmstead is definitely the best scare zone in the park. It gives you kind of like that Indoor haunted house kind of feel while also being an outdoor kind of scare zone It was definitely something that made you feel a little more Like normal times in terms of a haunted house at canada's wonderland. So I definitely appreciated it The scares were actually really good. I think in this video. I actually got scared. Yeah right there So, um, it was definitely amazing. So check out farmstead It is located over on the splash works path that takes you from whitewater canyon over to splash works And the theming near ucon That little tiny scare zone is amazing. They need to keep some of that year around because it looks so good In terms of advice for canada's wonderland, I personally would recommend Um Probably doing rides that if you have fast lane do wonder mountains guardian first and thunder run first and the bat first If you don't have fast lane head on over to leviathan Um If you really want to get on leviathan, that's a good ride to start at But I personally would recommend if you don't have fast lane head on over to behemoth and ucon area And you'll be able to get those rides done Well, everyone in the park heads to leviathan or to pick up their fast lane in med fair That leaves the entire other half of the park open for you to get rides in like crazy in the first little bit So please take that little tidbit. That's the best advice. I could give you head on over to ucon and behemoth first Right away and you'll get on so many rides Right away. So definitely do that. Um, and let me know if you guys appreciate this advice Or if my advice has helped you in any shape or form Um, I do want to say that on the website It does say drink plans are not valid at howling haunt and winterfest and that does seem to be Incorrect our drink plans did work today at howling haunt Um, so just wanted to update you guys on that and give you a little advice Your drink plans should work at howling haunt or we have had no problems so far Um, all the rides are open. Um, some rides like soaring timbers nightmares riptide Skyhawk flying canoes obviously whitewater canyon timbers with falls are closed Just for staffing and to staff the other rides around the park And time warp is closed too. Sorry. I left that one out. I'm probably missing a ride here and there I know carousels closed as well Um, a lot of drink stands are closed again. This is staffing issues people are back in school So wonderland has a smaller portion of people to choose from to work at the park And they have to put them in areas of importance like rides and security And then obviously they need to staff their howling haunt event. So, um, definitely some areas are lacking So please take it easy on the food service workers. It's not their fault Every restaurant is having that problem right now with staffing So again, please treat everyone with kindness and yeah, I definitely recommend this event It is a hundred percent worth it. There are going to be days. They're going to be crazy busy So if you can get fast lane Um, and if you can't just plan your day around go see the shows go to howling haunt to see the entertainment Choose one or two rides to get night rides on I definitely recommend vortex It is hauling at night Leviathan is hauling all the rides were hauling vortex behemoth Leviathan Um, and you call them are all amazing night rides. So definitely do those And see the shows Try some of the foods a lot of stores have new halloween food We the mess hall has like new halloween themed Dinner items. So definitely check that out. I have to get the pumpkin spice funnel cake. I have to I have to I have to And yeah, thanks so much for watching. Hopefully I answered any questions you may have About howling haunt at canada's wonderland And if I did not comment down below in the comment section and I will try and answer any question that I can Again vaccine passports are not required to enter the park, but they are required at marketplace and back lot cafe Indoor seating restaurants. Thanks so much for watching guys. Have a good weekend. Bye


Welcome to Toffy TV, here is the Everett News Daily. Firstly, this video is sponsored by One Football, One Football's app. Makes it possible to keep up to date with all the latest scores, results and transfer news all in the one place to download One Football's app. Click the link in the description. Garnet, one of Garnet's advisors, ex-advisors I should say, has said that the Everett midfield player will become one of the most sought after players in the summer transfer window. Thiero Seidi, who used to represent Garnet and still apparently advises him in an advisory capacity rather than being his agent, thinks that the Everett midfield player, despite not moving to PSG in January, will still be attracting some of Europe's top clubs with his performances of life for Everett. Interest on this, because what do Everton do, he's 30, he's still brilliant for us. The player was happy, well I don't know whether he was happy to stay in January but he was told he wouldn't be leaving and therefore when it gets to the summer if another big club comes in for him, I'm quite sure he will want out this time for sure. I suppose that's where Marcel Brands and Marco Silva come in isn't it, to identify a replacement for him or to somehow convince him to give it another year at Everton but you know, I'm guessing if another big club comes in for him this time he's going to want to leave and may make more of an issue than he did in January. He's been absolutely brilliant of late and was fantastic in Everton's 2-0 win at the weekend so we'll have to watch this space where that is concerned. Lille apparently wants 40 million euros for Raphael Lilleau who's been linked with Everton. The 19-year-old has 8 goals and one assist in 20 games for Lille this season. Apparently Manchester City also monitoring his progress at the moment. 40 million euros, so about 34 million quid. I mean he fits the profile you know, he's in the kind of age bracket that Marcel Brands said Everton wouldn't be operating in. He does look a handful, quick, good feet on him but you know, again, is it going to be that much but would Everton want to pay that for someone who's unproven in the Premier League? Who knows. And apparently André Gomez is attracting the interest of Valencia and Real Batista thought to be the main rivals to Everton for his signature. He came from Valencia to Barcelona, he went from Valencia to Barcelona of course, we've been there before. I'm not sure Real Batista are real contender to be honest with you. I still think you probably end up with Everton. I think Marcel Brands comments about him this week. How much the fans like him and how much he's embraced Everton in the community and stuff like that. Seems to be a little bit of a charm offensive, not a charm offensive but giving you an insight into how highly thought of he is at Everton and I'm not sure that Brands would have brought him up as such if he was going to go back but I might be reading too much into it. I still feel like he will end up at Everton though. But obviously Valencia has been there before, would he want to go back? Who knows. Bernard's been speaking about his good form of late and said that his teammates are helping him achieve his better performance as now he feels the future is bright and he said the midfield of Andre Gomez, Garnet and Guilfy Sigurdsen are such good players that they make it easy for him to play and he's very hopeful and very excited by his Everton future. We need to continue to be playing at this level and win more games before the end of the season to give us a good feeling going into next season and that's it isn't it. It's about building on the momentum Everton have got up and running at the top and doing really well. Obviously just that disappointing defeat at Newcastle in the middle of this run of games but hopefully we can continue the run on Sunday against Arsenal. Kevin Friend has been appointed the referee for Sunday's match against Arsenal at Gulleswam Park. Before you all grown, ask yourself one question. If Adam mentioned any referee there, is there any of them you would have gone, oh yes thank God we've got him. There probably isn't is there. It probably would be the same reaction for whatever name I give you there. And finally Denise Barrett-Bachs and Dale Everton see always being appointed the deputy lieutenant of Liverpool. Yeah there you go. Hopefully that means that well I don't know he'll just push his brandy more dock through a bit quicker but I'm quite sure she's got no influence where that is concerned. She's also involved in the new high speed railway isn't she railing between Manchester and Liverpool so maybe it's on the back of that. That is it don't forget to subscribe it takes literally two seconds just press it now. That button there press it. Thank you very much. If you want more videos get over and join us on page otherwise have a fantastic Wednesday night. See you later.