Song of Myself by Walt Whitmas

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Most people awake to a daily routine, in which they keep eyes dazed staring at the pavement they walk on yet so easily ignore. Usually, these same people go about their business with no more than a passing glance towards their fellow man. However, there is an enigmatic few that are more than mere pawns in the game of existence. They are passionate spectators who take in their surroundings with every sense. They rejoice in the vastness of the electric crowd and become one with it. By all means, these few can be called ‘idle city men’ or, according to Charles Baudelaire’s 1863 essay “The Painter of Modern Life”, they are flâneurs. I believe a worthy example of a man such as this, is the persona in Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself”. He is a flâneur in all ways but one.
In “The Painter of Modern Life”, Baudelaire gives a very extensive and profound description of what aspects one needs in order be considered or labeled a flâneur. For example, he explains how the flâneur is a lover of universal life and sets up house in the heart of multitude. ( Baudelaire 9) Surrounded by the unknown in an immense sea of people, he who is flâneur will bask in the crowd and make himself at home without being seen. Therefore, in layman’s terms he is an observer, a passionate spectator, a kind of ‘fly on the wall’. The persona in “Song of Myself” shows qualities of this in the opening lines of section twelve:
The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market,
I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and breakdown. (9)

Here Whitman’s persona is taking a great interest and pleasure in the mere routine and wit of this young man, who is most likely unaware of the fact he is being observed. Whitman is e...

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...s a man of the world, the spiritual citizen of the universe.(Baudelaire 7) It is fundamentally a way of thought and thought process which artists, writers, and poets commonly have, Walt Whitman being one of them. He is a mirror as vast as the crowd itself who responds to each movement, then reproduces the multiplicity of life and the flickering grace of all elements of life. (9) Of course he is not a genuine flâneur like Monsieur G. but he continues to take in his city of Brooklyn, his nation of America, and himself as Walt Whitman: the poet and analyzes the world, soaking it in and not letting it pass him by like the many who keep their eyes glued to the never ending sidewalk.

Works Cited
Baudelaire, Charles. The Painter of Modern Life. N.p.: Phaidon, 1863. Print.
Whitman, Walt. Song of Myself. Dover Thrift ed. Mineola, New York: Dover Publications, 2001. Print.

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