WALKING WITH OTHERS

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Writing is one way of making the world our own, and . . . walking is another.” </span><span style="font-family: "geneva"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">– Geoff Nicholson</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "geneva"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">  </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "geneva"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I’ll gladly stand by this, though I’m actually more or less paraphrasing </span><span style="font-family: "geneva"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Michel de Certeau in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Practice of Everyday Life</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  It's hard to </span></span><span style="font-family: "geneva"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">find a good picture of de Certeau walking, but here he is apparently standing about in field, and I suppose he must have done at least some walking to get there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>But are you really sure about that scarf, Mike?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFb__Sxg1..." imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFb__Sxg1..." width="418" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "geneva"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Meanwhile a correspondent, Jane Freeman – she’s an artist, you could check her out - draws my attention to a quotation form Coleridge’s <i>Biographia Literaria</i><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">, in which he’s actually talking about essay-writing, but I think it has a wider application</span>: “The reader should be carried forward, not merely, or chiefly, by the mechanical impulse of curiosity, or by a restless desire to arrive at the final solution; but by the pleasurable activity of mind, excited by the attractions of the journey itself. Like the motion of a serpent, which the Egyptians made the emblem of intellectual power; or like the path of sound through the air; at every step he pauses, and half recedes, and, from the retrogressive movement, collects the force which again carries him onward.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ln61PkjXRN..." imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ln61PkjXRN..." width="280" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "geneva"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">No walking there, obviously, although we know Coleridge was quite the pedestrian – check out “The Devil’s Walk” – written with Robert Southey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ps9Baih0y4..." imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ps9Baih0y4..." width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "geneva"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "geneva"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">And did you know that Kate Moss now lives in Coleridge’s old house in Highgate?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>No, neither did I.</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r60JO3RgQG..." imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="324" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r60JO3RgQG..." width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "geneva"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The Coleridge quotation corresponds somehow with a couple of paragraphs I recently found in John Berger’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Another Way of Telling</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>He writes, “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The dog came out of the forest </i>is a simple statement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>When that story is followed by <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The man left the door open, </i>the possibility of a narrative has begun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>If the tense of the second sentence is changed into <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The man had left the door open,</i> the possibility becomes almost a promise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Every narrative proposes an agreement about the unstated but assumed connections existing between events …</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "geneva"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“No story is like a wheeled vehicle whose contact with the road is continuous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Stories walk, like animals and men. And their steps are not only between narrated events but between each sentence, sometimes each word. Every step is a stride over something not said.”</span><span style="font-family: "geneva"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "geneva"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "geneva"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">     This is Berger walking with Tilda Swinton in Quincy, the town where he lives, in France.</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lw3onFNeSr..." imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lw3onFNeSr..." width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "geneva"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Photo: Sandro Kopp/Berlinale</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "geneva"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheHol..." height="1" width="1" alt=""/>