"I Celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
...
The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains
of my gab and my loitering.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
...
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood."
-Walt Whitman (Song of Myself)
If you are reading this blog, then I assume to some degree you're just as curious as I am about my creative writing projects. Well, I have no idea where this is going to go, but I do know something. As Walt Whitman proclaimed, I too have a barbaric yawp to sound upon the rooftops of the world and here is where it will be recorded.
My name is Wesley Hauwiller and this is my Barbaric Yawp! Let's do this!
