“An utterance, or an attempt at utterance, of New World Songs”
In “Preface-1872″ Whitman lays out his poetic goal of composing “New World songs and an epic of Democracy…”(647). One could safely assume (or at least, I assumed) that he would continue on in a similar fashion about liberal democracy and linear progress. And indeed, for the most part, these expectations would not be altogether dashed. However, within the “Preface” and the “Calamus” poems, there is an undercurrent of cavalier social experimentation in conjunction with the not terribly subtle homoeroticism that undermines the otherwise standard narrative of American exceptionalism.
He disputes the value of working towards goals in life and encourages finding news ways of being and interacting. “What is life but an experiment? And mortality but an exercise? with reference to results beyond”(647). Words of a lofty poet perhaps, but not the words of a cut and dry democrat. He says of his poetry “if incomplete here and superfluous there, n’importe–the earnest trial and persistent exploration shall at least be mine…”(647). His cultural production then becomes simply an exercise without end–an attitude that seems to challenge ideas of liberal progress.
Whitman thrusts this attitude of disregarding outcome into his poetry as well. In “Whoever you are, Holding me now in hand”, the speaker addresses an unknown “comrade” (probably/possibly male) about their possible love connection. The speaker describes himself as unknowable and says that few “…candidates for [his] love, (unless at most a very few,) [will] prove victorious…”(125). In pursuing the speaker “the way is suspicious—the result uncertain, perhaps destructive”(124). This is very similar to Whitman’s aforementioned views on life and activity and certainly evades simple explanation when put into dialogue with his more traditional views.
Whitman’s convoluted statements about democracy, citizenship and sexuality create lots of tension and ambiguity within his texts. They also serve as the basis for American poetry–neat.
Also, just look at him.

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