Song of Myself. Won't you help support Day. Poems? 1. 81. 9- 1. I celebrate myself, and sing myself.
And what I assume you shall assume. For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I do not know what it is any more than he. I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you; ).
The President holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great. On the piazza walk three matrons stately and friendly with twined arms.
The crew of the fish- smack pack repeated layers of halibut in the hold. The Missourian crosses the plains toting his wares and his cattle. As the fare- collector goes through the train he gives notice by the. The floor- men are laying the floor, the tinners are tinning the. In single file each shouldering his hod pass onward the laborers. Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gather'd, it.
Seventh- month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!). Seasons pursuing each other the plougher ploughs, the mower mows. Off on the lakes the pike- fisher watches and waits by the hole in. The stumps stand thick round the clearing, the squatter strikes deep.
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Flatboatmen make fast towards dusk near the cotton- wood or pecan- trees. Coon- seekers go through the regions of the Red river or through.
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Tennessee, or through those of the Arkansas. Watch Detective Byomkesh Bakshy (2015) Online Free there. Torches shine in the dark that hangs on the Chattahooche or Altamahaw. Patriarchs sit at supper with sons and grandsons and great- grandsons. In walls of adobie, in canvas tents, rest hunters and trappers after. The city sleeps and the country sleeps. The living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time. The old husband sleeps by his wife and the young husband sleeps by his wife.
And these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them. And such as it is to be of these more or less I am. And of these one and all I weave the song of myself. I resign myself to you also- -I guess what you mean. I behold from the beach your crooked fingers.
I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me. We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land. Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse. Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you.
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Baby Driver and Guns - Baby Driver’s Fetishistic Approach to Gun Violence Made Me Squirm in My Seat. Baby Driver is one of the most acclaimed films of the summer. It's also terrible. An ugly, derivative, interminable nightmare of machismo masquerading as something fresh and exciting. Edgar Wright is a great director with great technical prowess and a number of great films to his name, but in Baby Driver he finds the limits of his own penchant for pastiche. Among the film's various sins—which includes a premise predicated on the baffling notion that setting action sequences to music needs any sort of justification—is an element troubling enough that I can't be sure whether it's the film's .
Advertisement - Continue Reading Below. Baby Driver's confused and ultimately fetishistic approach to gun violence made me squirm in my seat, upending my general feelings about that sort of on- screen combat, and leaving me to reconsider the outsized role of guns in action films generally. To back up a moment, it helps to explain a bit about the movie. Baby Driver is about a young man, played by Ansel Elgort, named Baby, who's a driver. He drives getaway cars for a mobster he owes money to. He likes driving; he doesn't like crime or violence. The other rub? Baby has tinnitus from an accident he was in at a young age, so he's constantly listening to music on an i.
Pod to drown out the buzz in his ears. Being so tied to the beat is what makes him such a talented driver. It also serves as a way of drowning out the violence of the world he's been sucked into. Perhaps somewhat unique is Baby's aversion to violence—and particularly gun violence—but it's also the heart of my revulsion at the film. Advertisement - Continue Reading Below. Despite the chaos wrought by Baby witnessing a gun murder early in the film, gun violence is treated as just another cool part of the musical rhythm by the film's climax. Gunshots are timed to the beat, and when co- stars Jon Hamm and Eiza Gonz.
They may be shooting at cops and not at all minding any other innocent people, but Edgar Wright sure makes them look cool- as- fuck. Despite the chaos wrought by Baby witnessing a gun murder early in the film, gun violence is treated as just another cool part of the musical rhythm by the film's climax. I don't know when this first started to bother me. I do know that I felt the same way about John Wick: Chapter 2, which similarly featured cool- as- fuck gun violence, also set among civilians. I wasn't the only one to get a pit in my stomach at the thought of so much gun action in that film. Jordan Hoffman wrote about John Wick: Chapter 2's . Hoffman calls even the best of these sorts of films .
Maybe it was the motivation of avenging his murdered dog and dead wife that blinded me to the callousness of its gunplay, but its sequel ratcheted up the violence in a big way. Absent motivation and left simply to admire the gunfight choreography, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about the innocent people constantly caught in the crossfire. It felt irresponsible. It also felt gross.
Baby Driver struck me the same way. Advertisement - Continue Reading Below. Tri. Star Pictures. I thought it might just be me. Maybe stories of mass shootings and images on the news of innocent black men shot by police were changing my perceptions about guns in film.
Maybe I'm just getting older. I went back and watched some gunfights in other films. Heat features one of the best gunfights ever filmed, and like Baby Driver part of it happens in a parking lot around innocent people. Heat is a cool film. The sequence, coming after a bank heist, is cool.
It's too well constructed not to be. But the violence itself isn't cool at all. The wanton madness on the streets and the threat to human life is almost too much to bear. That's why it's so great. The shootouts in Hard Boiled are similarly spectacular, and heroics with guns are filmed as such, even around innocent lives.
But even in that film, there's a sense that the violence is merely necessity. The skill with a gun is in service of that. It's absurd, but within the space of the film it feels somehow acceptable. Heightened to reflect emotion, not true endorsement of killing. Advertisement - Continue Reading Below.
Tri. Star Pictures. Baby Driver and John Wick: Chapter 2 manage to cross some invisible line here. They're hardly works of realism, but their heroes' distaste for violence, or even outright rejection of a violent life, are at complete odds with the coolness their filmmakers see in that violence.
In Baby Driver, the constant use of music would suggest that the film is shot primarily through Baby's eyes. How is it, then, that when he sees his criminal friends pull out weapons, they too are firing to the beat? Why are images of cops being killed in cold blood shot to look like a badass music video? How are we supposed to square any of this with the massive number of innocent people shot and killed in the film? It's crude at best. Immature, and unsettling.
Judging by reviews, most people weren't unsettled by this. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe Baby Driver treats gun violence the same as any other similar action film. Maybe that's a bigger problem I just need to reckon with.
What I do know is that these shootouts pulled me right out of the film. Any chance I had at being invested in the fates of its characters was undone by the sense that at its base Baby Driver is little more than than an ode to the violence it purports to decry.
Given the effects of gun violence in the real world, I don't think it's too much to hope for better.