Whitman vs. Rotten

I read the rest of the poems and found them all to be great, but they made a mistake by putting the first poem first, since the rest aren't as great so you end up disappointed in a sense. This poem is basically a pat on the back is you can relate. The unexplainable feeling of feeling good in you own skin (and your own perfume) that hasn't come around so much since... well, since the Sex Pistols. 'Modern' poetry is all about butchering you ego and mutilating your self-image until there is nothing else but a rotten pile of what used to be a pretty little person.

I have a sensitive sense of smell, which is great when it comes to walking into someone's house for the first time and breathing in all that irreplaceable scent, but it can be a dread when walking into an airplane that reeks of unclean cushions and coffee-like substance. I love perfume and I really like how the poem talks about everybody's own perfume, your own signature scent that we need to learn how to love and be fond of.

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