“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
Divorce yourself from everything that's "pop" Visualize a cabin in the pines Close by a silver lake or sparkling stream Detached from every aspect of the grid. Chop wood, fetching water so you may survive Eating fresh caught fish or game you kill Along with berries, nuts, and leaves. Carry with ypu a supply of books Writing paper and a clutch of pens Allow yourself an oil lamp for the night Embrace austerity, and get to know Yourself, and only what may be essential To survival in the coming winter months. Emulating Thoreau may provide The antidote to hellish modern life.
I THINK THAT I LOVE SOCIETY as much as most, and am ready enough to fasten myself like a bloodsucker for the time to any full-blooded man that comes in my way. I am naturally no hermit, but might possibly sit out the sturdiest frequenter of the bar-room, if my business called me thither.
I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society. When visitors came in larger and unexpected numbers there was but the third chair for them all, but they generally economized the room by standing up.
Divorce yourself from everything that's "pop"
ReplyDeleteVisualize a cabin in the pines
Close by a silver lake or sparkling stream
Detached from every aspect of the grid.
Chop wood, fetching water so you may survive
Eating fresh caught fish or game you kill
Along with berries, nuts, and leaves.
Carry with ypu a supply of books
Writing paper and a clutch of pens
Allow yourself an oil lamp for the night
Embrace austerity, and get to know
Yourself, and only what may be essential
To survival in the coming winter months.
Emulating Thoreau may provide
The antidote to hellish modern life.
Thoreau spent a year on Walden Pond. That's ALL he could take of his serenity...
ReplyDeleteWalden, Chapter 6: Visitors
ReplyDeleteI THINK THAT I LOVE SOCIETY as much as most, and am ready enough to fasten myself like a bloodsucker for the time to any full-blooded man that comes in my way. I am naturally no hermit, but might possibly sit out the sturdiest frequenter of the bar-room, if my business called me thither.
I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society. When visitors came in larger and unexpected numbers there was but the third chair for them all, but they generally economized the room by standing up.
Thoreau didn't live in the twenty-first century. Life is now a HELL in EARTH.
ReplyDeleteI never hear the words "escape"
Withut a quicker blood ––
A sudden agitation ––
A flying attitude
I never hear of prisons broad ––
By soldiers battered down ––
But I tug childish at my bars ––
Only to fail again.
~ E.D. (1840-1886)
Imagine what the reclusive Belle of Amherst would think were she alive TODAY?
PS: I absolutely DESPISE Woody Allen.
ReplyDeleteEarly, Late, or ALL?
ReplyDelete;p
ReplyDeleteSmile a little....
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