Coming in close to the wire tonight…buthave some Thoreau, Dickinson and Tome Jones on tap for you. Enjoy!
from Walking, by Henry David Thoreau
Read by Diane Havens
Henry David Thoreau (whose last name I pronounce here the way he preferred it pronounced, as I discovered in my research) considered his essay “Walking” as his seminal work, and read it at his lectures more than any other of his writings. And I think aptly so — he was certainly one who walked the walk, not just talked the talk. He was a man who understood and lived a balanced relationship between civilization and wilderness, society and nature. Walking was his great pleasure and more than that, a spiritual necessity. His philosophy is widely read even today, critical in his view of American society in the 19th century, much of which is still valid criticism in the 21st.
Fame is a Fickle Food, by Emily Dickson
Read by Xe Sands
This is something that I’ve given much thought to lately…FAME. Our pursuit of it (even when we lie to ourselves and others and say we don’t care). What that pursuit costs, or can cost. How do we strike that balance between pride in what we’ve created…and obsession for recognition of that creation?
Dickinson, as usual, manages to pack a whole mess of meaning into very few words. If only she wasn’t a rhyming poet by nature. Ah well. We shall continue our careful avoidance of each other, I suspect.
Tom Jones – Book 6, Chapter 8, by Henry Fielding
Read by Mark Turetsky
Book 6 Chapter 8 of Tom Jones.
This is part of an ongoing project in which I will record and post one chapter per week of Henry Fielding’s Tom Jones over the course of four years.
This week’s chapter sees the re-uniting of our sad lovers, Tom and Sophia. Squire Western has pledged Sophia’s hand to young Mr. Blifil, and Tom has been left to pine for her.
This chapter takes on a rather somber tone, with the two young lovers crying and railing at their respective lots: Sophia to marry a terrible man she doesn’t love, and Tom to be left to pine for her as she marries a man whom he thought of as a brother.
Please also forgive the rather racy nature of the illustration that accompanies this week’s offering. Garters and thighs! Oh my!