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Dr. Gharabegian suggested I post this on the front end of the blog, so here it is. The following post is a response to my video about slowness; if you haven’t checked it out yet, do so! Hopefully it will provide some form of dialogue among us! 🙂
After thinking about the “sick hurry” of life, it’s gotten me thinking about Larkin’s “Next, Please” (and something we talked about in 213 last semester). By constantly moving and rushing–the hustle and bustle we commonly use to describe the Big City–we essentially deaden ourselves to the present–an evacuation of temporalities (the present, in this case). I connect this gross exposure and rush we discussed in class last week to the mindset of worrying about the future, which brings me to my inclusion of Larkin (and Byron). Byron first; he explains, “Alas it is delusion all: / The future cheats us from afar” (Stanzas for Music, 9-10). Larkin expalins, “Flagged, and the figurehead with golden tits / Arching our way, it never anchors; … / Only one ship is seeking us, a black- / Sailed unfamiliar” (13-14, 21-22). We’re constantly looking forward, never actually experiencing life (only hoping); we have blinders on, which can, in a sense, be the technology of this age–we’re constantly looking at our devices. Is it worth it in the end? Larkin explains that a “black- / Sailed unfamiliar” is slowly approaching (reminds me of Housman and many, many more poets); so, the question is, will we keep looking for the “figurehead with golden tits” or “see the cherry hung with snow”?
How do you feel about slowing down? Is it necessary? Are we moving too fast? Thoughts! I want to hear you!