Calling for a New Brood of Bodies and Souls

In the previous blog I spoke the appearance of a crisis but I hope to avoid sounding alarmist. In a complex society such as our own, it can be difficult to ascertain the level of resilience in our society. The term crisis depends on one's sense of urgency.

In this blog I've tried to articulate a synthesis that demonstrates where we need to go as a society in the course of human evolution and how we can get there. But as I stated at the outset, I recognize the limitations of the written word and assert that some kind of spiritual movement must take place. Beyond paper and types, or paper and ink, or (computer)screen and types, we're trying to create a poetry of bodies and souls.

Short of a spiritual revolution, however, the project can be broken down into more tangible parts, such as "keeping up one's spirits" or simply promoting community spirit within the greater context of the human spirit.

While perhaps too presumptuous to claim patronage from the dead, I’ve correlated my approach to follow Whitman’s call as reflected in the poem below. Calling for a "new brood" of bodies and souls, the poem lends itself toward a festive approach, as reflective in the poem, "Poets to Come" (somewhat misconfigured):

Poets to come! Orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,
But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater
Than before known,
Arouse! For you must justify me.

I myself but write one or two indicative words for the
future,
I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the
darkness.

I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns
a casual look upon you and then averts his face,
Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
Expecting the main things from you.