Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination – Jeanette Winterson
I’m in between books, having given up on Ishiguro’s The Unconsoled. It’s too dream-like and incoherent. I liked it initially but after 250 pages I’ve had enough. It’s a kind of magical realism equivalent, consistent with Ishiguro themes of a floating imaginary world, but too much of it is tiresome.
The connection between thinking and walking is well known. Famous writers are cited, brain function linked to the slow speed of steps. I do this myself. It’s one part of the therapy of the hills which I theorise. As such, there’s more to consider.
Outdoor walking and books get to the interior of life. As a similar cultural practice, they resist the labeling boxes of conformity. We exist as people quite separately from this party, that system or set of abstractions. We have inside lives we might explore with walking and books.
It’s absurd how people react hysterically to a party getting into power when they favour another. The Left in particular operate as a quasi religion, castigating unbelievers and skewing facts like there’s an afterlife. You lose your centre of gravity. You think advance and happiness lies with political leaders. You love Big Brother.
That’s one component of my Chorlton Meadows project. The humanity and nature theme extends further, but this is perhaps the best illustration. Forget the votes, selfish lies, perennial corruptions of so called politicians. Go for a walk. Reconnect with nature, consider how that feels, what thoughts may correspond, and how that’s different and what it says about your identity.
The Interior of Walking
Saturday January 30, 2016