OTTOTD 11/13: Early Dose of Awful.

I'm up and came across another winner essay from my literature class. Hooray!

Beat! Beat! Drums!

What Whitman is trying to say in this poem is beat the drums and blow the bugles as loud as you can. So loud that that you can here them through the windows, and doors. So loud that it sounds ruthless. Loud enough that it penetrates through the church and disrupt the congregation, disrupt the school kids while their trying to study, and the bride groom also. Make so much noise that the bride and groom are no longer happy. Even to the farmer make so much noise that the farmer can’t concentrate enough to plow his fields and gathers his grains. Play the drums as hard as you can and blow the bugles as hard as you can. Beat the drums and blow the bugles! So loud that you cant here the traffic or the rustle of the wheels. So loud that those who own beds and are trying to sleep cant sleep. No one shall do nothing. Disrupt everything and everyone; the bargainers, brokers, speculators, talkers, singers, lawyers, and the judge. Beat the drums quicker, blow the bugle wilder. Beat the drums and blow the bugle. Do not stop to converse with the enemy not even to reason earnestly with a person for purposes of dissuasion or remonstrance. Don’t pay any attention to the timid, weepers or those that pray. Don’t pay any attention to the old man who is begging the young man. Do not let the child’s voice be heard or the mother’s earnest request through the beating of the drums and the blowing of the bugle. Make even the braced frame serving as a support shake the dead while they are waiting for a vehicle to convey the dead to their respective places. So strong that you thump the drums and blow the bugles loud.

I believe this says no matter who you are make your voice heard. Yell and scream to the top of your lungs if you have too but make it happen. Let no one hold you back. Be so loud that you overplay any and everything. Play your drums and blow your bugle.

I am truly inspired!