I Sing the Body Electric

This entry is a twofer! I’m putting a music video at the end, so it’ll count for Mix Tape Tuesday. Because I said so.

One of my most cherished friends gave me an iPod “just because.” She was able to get it for free after rebate and, since she had her own iPod already, decided I would appreciate it. Consider me thoroughly appreciative. I’m still in awe of how much love this woman has in her heart. Okay, I know that sounds cheesy, but there’s no uncheesy response to a gesture like that.

That being said, I’m quite proud of myself for coming up with the perfect engraving for the back of the iPod:

I Sing the Body Electric

It’s a reference to multiple things, it fits well in the context of a music player, and it’s a phrase that I’ve always found intriguing.

Poetry isn’t generally my cup of tea; I’m a prose girl. I have my fair share of favorite poets, as any English major ought, and I have penned my fair share of poems, as any writer ought. But for the most part I find I connect best with novels and short stories. That doesn’t, however, mean I cannot be passionate about a poem. And if ever there was a poem I was passionate about, it’s “I Sing the Body Electric” by Walt Whitman.

My first encounter with that phrase was through Rod Serling. (He is one of my heroes, but I will save my thoughts on him for another entry.) It is the title of an episode of The Twilight Zone written by Ray Bradbury (another of my favorite authors), adapted from his short story of the same title. I highly recommend both watching the episode and reading the story.

That’s all I have to say about that.

-Rachel

P.S. And now for something completely different, does this video remind anyone else of The Adventures of Pete & Pete?

“Rue the Day” by Young Knives, from their album Superabundance (2008).

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2 thoughts on “I Sing the Body Electric

  1. So, I had actually never read that poem, although I have heard the phrase. Good old Walt, finding ways to use “engirth” in a poem.

  2. And do you know, when I was in high school and college, that particular bit of Whitman was considered “inappropriate” for young scholars to deal with?

    My, my. Of course, my freshman year in college we had curfews, too. Ten p.m. during the week, 1 a.m. on weekends. And we had housemothers and bedchecks. One of the first things every freshman girl learned was that it was far better to stay out all night than come in five minutes past curfew and get “grounded”. LOL

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