By: Albert Camus
There is almost no better advice in life than to go out for a walk.
Got back around 7 from my daily morning walk with the dog. I met no one. Talked with no one. Saw the sun rise. Breathed air. Had not one profound thought. Also had no worries. Felt the heart pumping, legs and arm muscles reminded of their existence. Enjoyed seeing the dog run, sniff, stop, privet and occasionally walk at my side. Poets who *walk(ed)*: Camus, Oliver, Thorold, Whitman, Smith, Rimbaud. . . trampin', walking, alive, endless list.
I have just spent the last hour in serious contemplation as to whether to walk the Camino de Santiago, now, when it’s pull is very strong! Or to wait? I think you just helped me decide! Thank you!
Camus’ lyrical essays are so gorgeous - I swoon when I read them. Pure poetry.
Thank you for Camus. More Camus, please. I can never get enough.
I love this stack. Thank you. Bless you.
There are several wall-worthy bits in this one. Despite being a committed walker, and read deeply on the subject, don’t recall seeing this before (which surprises me). Thanks, Poetic Outlaws!
My daily walks have become the most important part of my routine. Thank you for sharing this one.
Just went out for a walk after reading this beautiful poem 🙏🏽
this advice sounds so comforting. Thank you for posting the poem!
Sometimes the best company is yourself..
‘But You need to breathe,
You need to be’
And all else..
God damn. If we/I could only listen, could only hear.
I walk almost daily, in the hills, day and night, just me.
Sometimes as I return to the village, I see shadows and forms through windows as I pass. They are inert in front of the flickering panels that communicate to them. I am then so glad to be moving outside in the fresh night air.
Love Camus. Been reading and posting Notes recently about The Myth of Sisyphus. My dad is on hospice so Camus’ thoughts on death and the absurd are helpful.
walk and think