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3.48 AVERAGE
3.48 AVERAGE
Maybe because I'm a classics and nature lover. Maybe because I read thia while traveling and hiking in the North East. Its a much more managable read than Walden (a book I love) and so spot on with what he feared would become of ones "freedom to walk" in the future.
I don't understand how a book about appreciating the beauty and serenity of nature can be this boring.
I was amazed though, this guy used to walk "at least" four hours everyday. I love the prospect of losing yourself in the wilderness like that.
I already know a little bit about Thoreau's philosophy from reading Digital Minimalism by Cal Newport.
I was amazed though, this guy used to walk "at least" four hours everyday. I love the prospect of losing yourself in the wilderness like that.
I already know a little bit about Thoreau's philosophy from reading Digital Minimalism by Cal Newport.
I'm attracted to many aspects of transcendentalism, specifically that humans can find freedom in nature. But in Walking, Thoreau's reverence for Western movement is too akin to ideas of manifest destiny for my taste.
"All good things in life are wild and free"
What is the art of walking?
It is to connect to oneself through nature.
This book is all about the wild, which resides not inside the fences and well groomed parks, but breathes where humans don't. It spreads in every nook and corner and sends its richness filled aroma into our hearts.
For all those nature lover out there, this book would feel like home; like the warmth of the morning sun spreading in your heart. This book is an invitation for all those people who would like to know what a person feels in the company of nature; a person for whom the wild is their meditation field, where they connect to their soul.
What is the art of walking?
It is to connect to oneself through nature.
This book is all about the wild, which resides not inside the fences and well groomed parks, but breathes where humans don't. It spreads in every nook and corner and sends its richness filled aroma into our hearts.
For all those nature lover out there, this book would feel like home; like the warmth of the morning sun spreading in your heart. This book is an invitation for all those people who would like to know what a person feels in the company of nature; a person for whom the wild is their meditation field, where they connect to their soul.
inspiring
reflective
slow-paced
hermoso comentario sobre la naturaleza y la belleza de apreciar todo con una cierta lentitud y calma quizás perteneciente más a una vida experimentada en tiempos pasados. un sentimiento que resona más fuerte aún con lo rápido que son las cosas hoy en día, y con el poco tiempo que derivamos a simplemente vivir en el momento y no preocuparnos tanto de una productividad enfermiza y esclavizante de exprimir y dedicar cada segundo al "hacer". aun así, me perdió un poco en el medio y sentí que el ritmo se debilitó; sin embargo, me quedo con lo bello del mensaje en general y con la exquisita mano de Thoreau.
Read this for my AP English class. I enjoyed it, though I thought it could have negated some of the weird tangents about westwardness and names. Overall I liked the message!
Short but impactful. Great for anyone who loves a good walk as I do.
One day Henry David Thoreau started following me on Twitter and I thought to myself that I had never read any of his works. I realize Thoreau is not auto-tweeting from beyond, but I enjoyed enough of his namesake's abbreviated tweets to pique my curiosity to read the original less abbreviated works.
I've been to Concord, Massachusetts. It's lovely country, even still. There I saw Louis May Alcott's home where she wrote Little Women, and I believe I've been to Walden Pond. None of it had any appeal to me because it didn't involve actors dressed up as Minutemen shooting off live muskets. I had to wait for a whim thirty or more years later before I downloaded this essay to discover a treasure that I was simply not mature enough to appreciate before.
"Walking" is a short work, but it is written in a languid style that begs to be read slowly and with purpose. Whenever my life ran out of gas, I would read a few more pages and soak Thoreau's writing style in. His attention seemed to wander from time to time, and I certainly noticed that he seemed oblivious to the life of entitlement that he lived, free to while away hours walking for pleasure while the sheep he looked down on worked hard to put food on their tables, too tired to stop to admire the beauty around them because time is money. Yet, many passages still resonated through the years to claim importance even in our time. Thoreau didn't write as much as he painted with words, and the canvas he covered was rich with expression.
Tonight, as I was out for errands, I walked back and forth while reading out loud the final pages of this work accompanied only by the cool illumination of my iPad. Inside, 24-hour pharmacists busily filled my order, teenagers outside hooted and hollered as if they alone understood what it meant to have fun, and the night was filled with the nonstop roar of passing traffic. Thoreau's writing was so evocative and intense that the city sounds faded into the background and let me steep myself in his writing.
Because Thoreau often lost focus, I felt the work lacked impact, especially in the middle, but his arguments for enjoying the sanctity of the natural world around us were convincing, though perhaps only because I am one who loves to walk and allow myself to explore without hurry. I will read Walden next, then return to Walking to see if it deserves an extra star and a place on my Inspirational bookshelf for the year.
I've been to Concord, Massachusetts. It's lovely country, even still. There I saw Louis May Alcott's home where she wrote Little Women, and I believe I've been to Walden Pond. None of it had any appeal to me because it didn't involve actors dressed up as Minutemen shooting off live muskets. I had to wait for a whim thirty or more years later before I downloaded this essay to discover a treasure that I was simply not mature enough to appreciate before.
"Walking" is a short work, but it is written in a languid style that begs to be read slowly and with purpose. Whenever my life ran out of gas, I would read a few more pages and soak Thoreau's writing style in. His attention seemed to wander from time to time, and I certainly noticed that he seemed oblivious to the life of entitlement that he lived, free to while away hours walking for pleasure while the sheep he looked down on worked hard to put food on their tables, too tired to stop to admire the beauty around them because time is money. Yet, many passages still resonated through the years to claim importance even in our time. Thoreau didn't write as much as he painted with words, and the canvas he covered was rich with expression.
Tonight, as I was out for errands, I walked back and forth while reading out loud the final pages of this work accompanied only by the cool illumination of my iPad. Inside, 24-hour pharmacists busily filled my order, teenagers outside hooted and hollered as if they alone understood what it meant to have fun, and the night was filled with the nonstop roar of passing traffic. Thoreau's writing was so evocative and intense that the city sounds faded into the background and let me steep myself in his writing.
Because Thoreau often lost focus, I felt the work lacked impact, especially in the middle, but his arguments for enjoying the sanctity of the natural world around us were convincing, though perhaps only because I am one who loves to walk and allow myself to explore without hurry. I will read Walden next, then return to Walking to see if it deserves an extra star and a place on my Inspirational bookshelf for the year.
What a pretentious little thing.
The author, and his writing.
While I appreciate his love of and for nature, there are some serious problems with this whole thing. His disdain for the working class and the indigenous native smacks of privilege. His perception of Columbus is inaccurate and slanted.
If you can, find the Criticism of Walking by Lou Woodley.
The author, and his writing.
While I appreciate his love of and for nature, there are some serious problems with this whole thing. His disdain for the working class and the indigenous native smacks of privilege. His perception of Columbus is inaccurate and slanted.
If you can, find the Criticism of Walking by Lou Woodley.
I listened to this as an audiobook, and found it a bit difficult. Partly that may be due to the denseness of Thoreau's writing, but I suspect that it was mostly due to the reader. He read in something of a singsong manner, and was a bit difficult to understand sometimes, leading to a tendency for my mind to wander. I think this is one that I need to read for myself, with pen and notebook nearby, to process it better. Nonetheless, there were flashes of brilliance that came through as I was driving to and from work, and those make me eager to read it more carefully.