“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.” –Walt Whitman, Song of Myself, 52 I already know I’ll regret setting all down in writing, attached toContinue reading “On Becoming Me (An Intro)”