Fit for some Friday flânerie? I’ve come across the perfect weekly wrap-up to entice fellow flâneurs (and flâneuses) to abandon toil early for a plunge into the pleasure palace waiting beyond the office doors.
If you’re deadline-married and unable (or unwilling, alas) to veer from your tasks, so be it. But if you’re free to wonder and wander I’d like to introduce you to Borderer’s “Flaneur”, a retired broadcaster’s “shattered prose which goes under the generic description ‘poetry’“.
I am sitting in a bistro, my legs are crossed,
Watching the swing of passing skirts.
I am the one the teachers cursed, smiling,
“He just does not apply himself!”
I wrote a story of 16,600 words.
I wondered what had possessed me.
I prefer to scribble out poetry,
Finished in a single sitting.
I never learned to march in step;
[…]I have the time to contemplate these things,
As I stroll without a goal.
I will kiss you, whoever you are;
I inflict poetry only to seduce.
I am a stroller on the sidewalks;
I know everything is forgotten.
I know, in a world where everything ends,
I cannot waste my time, so
Take my hand along the boulevards;
Let us embrace in every doorway.
Are you seduced, fellow flaneurs? The workaday week will wait. This invitation will not… Enjoy!
- Schopenhauer’s Flâneur (virtualdavis.com)
- Ascent of the Cyberflâneur (virtualdavis.com)
- Robot Flâneur (virtualdavis.com)
- Baudelaire’s Flaneur (The sketcher) (citiesandeyes.wordpress.com)