March 18th, 2021

Unable to find anything in tune with how she was feeling, Louise dove back into Walt Whitman–a poet she has just discovered thanks to a book by Robert Lalonde, titled La Reconstruction du Paradis, his most recent work, which is about the aftermath of the fire that burnt to ashes the home that Lalonde and his wife had lived for decades, and which housed the thousands of books they had collected over the years.

What is singularly interesting about the way his narrative is constructed is that it is interspersed with excerpts from the poetry of Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass that Lalonde, himself has translated to French, and inserts here and there…creating an unusual canvas of words onto which to read Whitman.

Louise wrote: Je vais citer un propos de Whitman aujourd’hui qui a l’air anodin mais qui démontre bien la complexité à l’intérieur de nous, de nos contradictions, de nos aller-retour sur un sujet de controverse au fur et à mesure que nous lisons et que nous avançons en âge… (LC)

She saw in this passage the act and the beauty of our internal contradictions.


“Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)”

Excerpt from Song of Myself, Walt Whitman, 1892 version

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