Swift sweeping clusters of revelation! Plunging into pockets of the earth’s belly, and
Shooting up into the blue and white woven infinity of the sky!
Walt Whitman, author of Leaves of Grass and Song of Myself, is famous for his exuberant and sensuous poetry about life itself, but what about life on a rollercoaster? Over at McSweeney’s, Maxwell Cohn has a hilarious take on how Whitman might pen an ode to the rollercoaster.
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