Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for December 04, 2017

The Frog Applause cheer: Hip Heap Hooey!

Hip Heap Hooey! Hip Heap Hooey!

He’s found a way to rise above it all.

Make me a believer.

The hooey is an excerpt from Walt Whitman’s notes for the poem “Passage to India”.

Horace Traubel’s comments and transcription of the notes (see the section just before “Begin page 400”):

http://whitmanarchive.org/archive2/disciples/traubel/WWWiC/4/med.00004.67

The actual poem, as published: http://whitmanarchive.org/published/LG/1881/poems/239

Passage to India? What an odd idea. Why should anybody want to go there?

Still, better than the Al Gore movie, Massage in Portland.

Whitman, eh? I thought I recognized that handwriting.

Hooey ya rooting for?

India ( A heap_) …. religious sentiment (_hooey ) !

Who is he to say hooey to me?

Ah who shall soothe these feverish children?

rise above the hooey young son.

He’s making a rather stilted comment.

Damming Dammed Dams Dammit

While there was still the issue of cognitive dissonance, at least I now knew it wasn’t personal. It was only a projection of real dissonance. There weren’t any mechanisms to explain it yet, though. I couldn’t possibly be affected by ALL the sneaky little crimes around me. I would be unable to function at all, were that the case. There had to be some common thread to the stuff that was raising static in my perceptions and altering my local sense of reality. If all the hooey were interfering with my sensorium, it would be impossible for me to perceive reality at all.

Just picks yerself up a dissonance projector at the psychotronics store.

Never became a fan of old Walt. Too hirsute; too phony; too tiresome; I dunno. Maybe too full of hooey, piled stilts-deep!

Last minute Republican scribbling to the tax bill?

I had some stilts once years ago, then I said, ‘The Hooey With These Things’, since I kept tipping forward after about a step and a half..