W.W.

The face of an amour . . . . the face of veneration,

The face as of a dream . . . . the face of an immobile rock,

The face withdrawn of its good and bad

Oh vey, here goes. Considering the density and overwhelming detail in “Song of Myself,” the following lines above were a favorite because the diction in referring to the importance of the face holds truth. Its an external body that holds a glimpse into our lives, facial expressions and movements give brief access into who we are internally.

Its our shield, protecting us from danger, hurt, pain, etc. I found it intriguing when Whitman explains the importance of being fully invested in life in order to enjoy the beauty of it but have the ability to step back and carry your own disposition, in a sense a “poker face.” 

In addition, I believe that is an invisible connection that we all have in common, the importance of the face. Despite the fact, all individuals carry different stories, experiences and ways of externally disclosing their personal disposition, the face is the gatekeeper to giving the world a glimpse of who we are and attracting-slash-un-attracting strangers to us. I found its interesting that Whitman said “the face withdrawn of its good and bad,” that the face is stuck in neutral and that its a blank canvas waiting to be discovered or learned about. Overall, I think Whitman is encouraging individuals to become in tune with oneself, ones soul and appreciate the cycle of life.

Raven

Raven – symbolism of freedom. “They can walk on the earth and swim in the sea as humans do but they also have the ability to soar into the sky. Birds are free to roam to earth and the sky. Many cultures believe that they are a symbol of eternal life; the link between heaven and earth.”

I am my name. I’m 23 and under construction. 

I’m a Los Angeles native. I find peace in journaling and expressing my inner thoughts. I’m sensitive yet I have a tough exterior. I’m witty and sarcastic. I have a wild tongue, I’m blunt and I have issues with filtering myself. I’m a walking paradox.

I’m the sole provider of my existence. I work two jobs – on average 40 to 45 hours a week while carrying a full load of 15 units.

Yes, I’m a senior at SFSU in a lower division class. Unlike the masses, I don’t believe in rushing myself to attain a sheet of paper to validate my intelligence. 

Originally, I was pursuing a degree in Journalism. I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t motivated. I lost my connection to Journalism hence the decision to switch to English Literature. Like a previous Journalism professor told me “you’re young, this is the time to figure shit out before its too late and you’re stuck.” 

As mentioned before, I’m under construction trying to figure shit out. I’m walking to the beat of my own drum.