Aboriginal Name

Following Walt Whitman and Oscar Wilde, Americans knew they had to offer respite, love, sunshine, a good night’s sleep– and nature, to the community of humanity.

All sorts of folk were streaming out of Europe, the “old world”, into the “new world” and all of them had something to offer the “new world”, cause a cup of coffee, a hunk of bread, lay it on to a new mercy, building a skyscraper, above water, upon which a

Injun, even a fat one, goes back one, into a cup of coffee, a bowl of tobacco, fashioned into one part smoke to the sky– one part smoked to the lung. One part dragged, so recently a fetus, now a new day.

Injuns.

Here I refer to,

“I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city,
Whereupon lo! upsprang the aboriginal name.”

The aboriginal name to which is referred, by Walt Whitman, is Mannahatta, Injun talk. Manhattan is a word, surprisingly, a name, given us by Injuns. And here we thought the only worda an Injun knew how to say/speak/express was “Ugh”. That’s what Alex Jones opines. He got it from the Walt Disney movie Peter Pan, featuring, amazingly, a few Injun scenes (as well as many more pirate scenes).

Walt Whitman– I’d call him a political scientist, in the sense science has no method, meaning its contribution to poetry should be unlimited, magic, and, yes– electrical!

Walt (Whitman, not Disney, for the time being) envisions himself part of a throng, a teaming mass, (a very redolent nonreductive democratic wannabe term), a fandango, a love of beauty, where you find it, same as gold, emboldened. He says, “I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city,” which means Walt Whitman, seeing this glorious, teaming mass, of so much potentia, democratic potentia, needs Walt’s specific contribution, which requires being perfect.

This perfection requires the aboriginal name, which certainly will upsprang. Lordy, am I glad Walt Whitman says this: he nailed it.