Posts Tagged ‘ Thoreau ’

sizzling sensational summer steak

July 17, 2010
By
grillFire

I'm sure there aren't many who know the sounds of summer quite like Thoreau. But when it comes to food, forgive me, get out the way.“I did not use tea, nor coffee, nor butter, nor milk, nor fresh meat, and so did not have to work to get them; again, as I did not work hard, I did not have to eat hard, and it cost me but a trifle for my food; but as he began with tea, and coffee, and butter, and milk, and beef, he had to work hard to pay for them, and when he had worked hard he had to eat hard again to repair the waste of his system.”

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monk vs. thoreau

July 12, 2010
By
Fall

I have to state from the beginning of Thoreau week that I have a prejudice against Henry D. Said prejudice has its roots in a coffee shop, where a frightening man with no short-term memory – because of drugs, you understand, and not any Memento-like head injury – repeatedly and on several occasions insisted that I take a day trip with him to see Walden. Walden, man, Walden is amazing! And Thoreau, man, he knows. I don’t go to that coffee shop anymore. As for Walden: I’m sure it will keep getting pushed down my to-read list until I’m fifty-seven and say to myself: “You’ve come this far without it!” and finally cross it off. I hope to be ferrying people across a river by then anyway. But since it’s Thoreau week, and the specific theme is “To listen with one ear to each summer sound,” I am going to be an unapologetic naturalist and choose Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring, which I wanted to bring to you in any case, because you’re lovely and you deserve it. Written and directed by Ki-duk Kim, made in South Korea, it’s a film about an ancient Buddhist monk (played by Oh Young-Soo)

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this week on the avant guardian\/\/to listen with one ear to each summer sound

July 12, 2010
By
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Friends — They are like air bubbles on water, hastening to flow together. History tells of Orestes and Pylades, Damon and Pythias, but why should not we put to shame those old reserved worthies by a community of such? Constantly, as it were through a remote skylight, I have glimpses of a serene friendship-land, and know the better why brooks murmur and violets grow. This conjunction of souls, like waves which met and break, subsides also backward over things, and gives all a fresh aspect. I would live henceforth with some gentle soul such a life as may be conceived, double for variety, single for harmony — two, only that we might admire at our oneness — one, because indivisible. Such community to be a pledge of holy living. How could aught unworthy be admitted into our society? To listen with one ear to each summer sound, to behold with one eye each summer scene, our visual rays so to meet and mingle with the object as to be one bent and doubled; with two tongues to be wearied, and thought to spring ceaselessly from a double fountain. -Henry David Thoreau (b. July 12, 1817)

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