My Critique for Thoreau’s Walden. HUM2210

Patrick Scott Bell

GRP1 - Thoreau

HUM 2210

May 29, 2012

In the writing of Walden Thoreau evaluates the superficial life his neighbors dwell in, versus the nostalgic and often self reflecting life he himself aspires towards. Through out Walden Thoreau communicates with his reader through the use of parables. Often making statements which in themselves pose questions. Thoreau addresses how we view our possessions. How we understand our surroundings, and how we equate wealth to materialism and physicality rather than knowledge and spiritual reflection.

I personally see myself in agreement with Thoreau’s understanding of life, as for my classmates, I am hesitant to judge. Even if they experience life differently, such as the way Thoreau explains the New Englanders; I am able to grow as a person by listening and learning from them. However for this assignments intent and purposes, I feel that most of my classmates mirror the New Englanders. This could be due to a lack of experience leading to a lack in purpose. Often when people feel a lack of purpose or direction they gravitate towards their peers, and become as Thoreau might state, part of the herd. 

One portion of Walden that I found intriguing was his critique on poets. Elaborating on their unique use of spiritual reflection as a means of wealth. He states, 

“I have frequently seen a poet withdraw, having enjoyed the most valuable part of a farm, while the crusty farmer supposed that he had got a few wild apples only. Why, the owner does not know it for many years when a poet has put his farm in rhyme, the most admirable kind of invisible fence, has fairly impounded it, milked it, skimmed it, and got all the cream, and left the farmer only the skimmed milk.”

This, I feel is best comparison of how Thoreau wishes society viewed it’s possessions versus how they currently do. He believes the New Englanders see the world at face value, or in a physical state. They care about what their property;s are worth, rather than their true beauty and importance, what the objects mean. Our possessions hold a sense of being, a human like quality of existence, that only someone as the poet might see. 

However, I must disagree and possibly to Thoreau’s enjoyment; I don’t feel as though it is out of the New Englander’s grasp, nor do I see it as their fault. How they feel is only a reflection of their surroundings. While reading the passage a sense of nostalgia rose over me. I felt as if I was roaming through the landscapes as Thoreau described. With each verse deeper into the wooded fog. As children we imagine, in a playful sense, landscapes, people and imaginary beings. We hold these hallucinations as something much greater than fact. They are a state of being, far beyond that of reality, in a sense they are celestial. As we grow with age we move away from this state. Society shapes us and more often it is looked down upon to gaze at the world through a creative eye, a spiritual gaze. This epiphany reminded me of a Viral Video I had recently seen. Where a boy was interviewed at a county fair. When the interviewer asked the child how they where doing, the child responded with a simple and poignant response “I like turtles”. The video became a youtube phenomenon, however I feel for the wrong reasons. Most laughed at the child’s response, chalking it up to a “Kids Say the Darndest Things”. Yet, I propose a different side. Could in fact the child have what we so often discard in the dying embers of youth. What Thoreau put his life work into; A greater understanding for what we hold petty. Granting the lesser than human, a sense of being. Maybe a boys love for turtles, has more value than what we place in our wallets, or what lies of a convenient store shelf. Maybe value isn’t a physical attribute shaped by society but a connection we make on a personal level; And maybe as Walden has taught us, it takes removing oneself from society, to the woods, away from the seeing eye, to tap into our inner childhood. Our inner understanding and our inner spirituality. 

Sources:

Thoreau, Henry D. Walden. Boston: Beacon Press, 1997. Print.

Zombie Kid Likes Turtles. Youtube. 10 June 2010. NA. 24 May 2012. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMNry4PE93Y.

Falling Ln

Bought a ticket onto falling lane 

On the pavement street lights paint 

Train is pressing through the rain

I’m cursing on your name 

All the money I owe back 

Leaves me paralyzed to the neck

The company’s calling again

I wish I was back home with you kid

Where they blessed me

Into a chemical spill

They blessed me

Into their landfill

They blessed me 

Down into their will

Oh, I love you still

I just would not bless this on anyone.

I’m in the back of some blokes car

Outside of some city bar 

I’m trying to transfer funds 

This bloke is talking guns 

All the money I owe back 

They’ll leave me paralyzed to the neck

The company’s calling again

I wish I was back home with you kid

Where they blessed me

Into a chemical spill

They blessed me

Into their landfill

They blessed me 

Down into their will

Oh, I love you still

I just would not bless this on anyone.

“Heard you wailing wild and free
In isles of midnight’s streets
You’re the grass beneath the weed
Coming up strong through concrete
I’m crazy about you

I dream nostalgic of your form
Crescent moon beyond the corn
I am the dust cascading morn
You are the thrust of thunderstorms
I’m frightened without you”

“i still have never seen you, and some days i don’t love you at all.”

Pedro the Lion- Secret of the Easy Yoke

Self Portrait. 05.09.2012.

Self Portrait. 05.09.2012.

“Something tried to warn me 

I was doing wrong 

Currents slid right through me

I’m not where I belong 

I could never take

My parent’s advice 

Spent all this time

To prove them right

Now I suppose 

That’s where you came in 

Hair of coal

With coconut skin 

I could never take

My preacher’s advice 

If the fruit’s that sweet 

It’s not God’s device ”

An Argument

“down at the swimming hole,
kids are fighting.
i was never into that.

she looked up to me,
which got me frightened.
i can attest to that.

mother always spiked our tea
with lemon grass and honey bees.
chlorine soaked into our skin

oppressions always laid against
addicts resting on the fence.
the butcher always got his share

don’t look back in rage
look back in care.”

-patrick s. bell

Spaceship Earth: Orlando, Fl, 04.29.12.
Copyright. All Rights Reserved. Patrick Scott Bell. 

Spaceship Earth: Orlando, Fl, 04.29.12.

Copyright. All Rights Reserved. Patrick Scott Bell. 

Woke up at 4am to test out the new lens.
All in all I think it went swimmingly!
I’m sorry I had to make that pun.
-psb

Woke up at 4am to test out the new lens.

All in all I think it went swimmingly!

I’m sorry I had to make that pun.

-psb