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Walt Whitman: Song of Myself, Part 51
The past and present wilt—I have fill’d them, emptied them.
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.
Listener up there! what have you to confide to me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.
Who has done his day’s work? who will soonest be through with his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?
Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late?
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Bob Dylan unveiled another new song a few days ago, a follow up to his 17 minute epic, Murder Most Foul. Its title, I Contain Multitudes, references a line from Song of Myself from Walt Whitman. It’s a line that I have used in the past, most notably last year as the basis for my series of face paintings, Multitudes.
The piece from that series, shown here on the right, is what I would consider the title piece for the series, bearing the title Multitudes. I see the faces in these pieces as being parts of me, small parts that make up a greater whole. Just as the masses of people that make up a nation, it is always filed with paradox and contradiction.
The good and the bad. The wise and the foolish. The happy and the sad. The humble and the greedy. The careful and the careless.
You try to focus on the better parts with the hope that is the part that people identify with you. But like a vast nation, you can never know which part of you is perceived as your true self by others.
So, there you are, containing multitudes that contradict one another from moment to moment, trying to put on your best face. It’s all you can do.
Here’s Dylan’s new song. Give a listen and put your best face forward today, if you can.