Via Bookslut, the L.A. Times has an excerpt from the new book Proust Was a Neuroscientist, about literary representations of scientific knowledge. First up: Walt Whitman on mind/body dualism.
And yet, for all its incomprehensible originality, Whitman's verse also bears the scars of his time. His love of political unions and physical unity, the holding together of antimonies: these themes find their source in America's inexorable slide into the Civil War. "My book and the war are one," Whitman once said. His notebook breaks into free verse for the first time in lines that try to unite the decade's irreconcilables, the antagonisms of North and South, master and slave, body and soul. Only in his poetry could Whitman find the whole he was so desperately looking for:In other science news, unnamed officials have determined that aliens have been causing those unexplained fires in Sicily.I am the poet of the body
And I am the poet of the soul
I go with the slaves of the earth equally with the masters
And I will stand between the masters and the slaves,
Entering into both so that both shall understand me alike.
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