New Yorker marginalia by virtualDavis via Flickr
I’m honored to be mentioned and grateful because she inspired me to update my Metro Flaneur post with a list of my favorite flanerie miscellanea. But ego and overdue “housekeeping” are just the tip of the iceberg.
Ms. Hollier (@lindahollier) is positing an insight that intuitively resonates truth to me, but which I’ve never before heard.
Speed, whether online or offline, is a characteristic of the modern world. The flâneur reminds us to set the pace of our own lives.
Cast as a character in the 21st century drama of life, the flâneur thus begins to play the role of consciousness. (here2here)
Amen. The pace and the scope. Flânerie demands an elasticity of time and space. Freedom to meander, to lose oneself in the other, perhaps even to become the other without fully detaching from self. For a while.
Anthropologist Grant McCracken reflection on Joy Walking comes to mind.
It’s a little like joy riding, except we’re not stealing cars, we’re stealing moments. Joy walking happens when we leave the house or office and start walking. We don’t have a plan. We just go… We step in and out of people’s lives. Couples in love, couples at war… The tiny courtesies and rudenesses of public life… The key is to get out and about. To get away. To see what you can see. Steal a moment. Make it your own. (PsychologyToday.com)
Ms. Hollier’s suggestion that flânerie and conscioussness may overlap is intriguing, an idea worth passing along to my mother who’s a student of Buddhism and a proponent of mindfulness. Let’s see if I can get her to weigh in. Stay tuned.
Off to meander the digital meadow with the mingling masses…
Great news. My mother, Melissa Davis, shared her impression. Thanks, mom! Here’s what the wise lady thinks:
Mindfulness, flaneuring and turtles
Reading this after an abbreviated mindful yoga session with Jon K-Z (on tape), I am delighted to chime in. Linda Hollier’s reference to turtles on leashes reminds me of walking with a 2- or 3-year old, a great flaneur opportunity. I recently grandparented my 3-year old granddaughter for a week which required walking her to preschool and back in Georgetown, a fascinating place where equipment and men with shovels were digging up the ancient trolley tracks. Took us forever – which was as good as it gets – even better than a turtle because she had a couple of feet more within her purview AND she asked questions!
Years ago I read a NYTimes op ed that shared the unscientific findings of a city dweller observing adults accompanying small children around a neighborhood in Manhattan. She reported that the majority of them pushed strollers which ensured timely arrivals wherever the adult was headed. She contrasted them with the handful of adults who walked – meandered – alongside their youngsters, stopping to examine every interesting flower or bit of flotsam along the way. She pointed out that there was nothing more important for a child that age to do than poke along – and through – every curiosity.
I think flaneuring is like drawing, something we are born with but that schedules and school steal from us. I agree that mindfulness – being totally present in the moment – goes hand in hand (or leash) with flaneuring. I am not surprised that so many people wonder if they ate, lose their keys, forget names, obsess about how stressed they are given the mindless speed that propels them through their days. A little daily flaneuring would sort them right out! (Melissa Davis)
Amen! Way to go, mom. Just goes to show that my decision to meander the digital meadow with the mingling masses yesterday restored the cosmic balance, inspiring my mother to opine. Perhaps I should meander the soggy non-digital meadow this afternoon?
- Joy walking (psychologytoday.com)
- What is a flâneur?
- The Loquacious Flaneur
- Flaneur as Detective
- A raconteur in every flâneur
- Urban Flaneur Guidebook
- Fête du Flâneur
- A Flâneur’s Tour of Toronto
- Johannesburg Flaneur
- Friday Flaneur: Munching music
- The Flâneur & The City: Historic Core
- Staring Flâneur
- Flâneur videos all around the world
- Trespassing flâneuse
- Fish Flanerie at its Most Alluring
- Autoportrait à République
- Flanerie: Banal into Art
- A poet who moves to the city’s beat
- Observations by the Foto-Flaneur
- Cycling with the vélo-flâneur
- Look, Wander and Create