Saturday Morning

Beauty brings us to a halt: it imposes, if only for a flash, the cessation of activity. (On the lawn in front of the library, seeing a runner in red shorts complete the last flailing strides of a sprint before pitching forward, his fingers caressing soft dirt: I let my book fall.) Indolence and aesthetic experience both involve feelings of unbidden influence, involuntariness or absence of will. But where the experience of beauty is often significant and always pleasurable, idleness is more equivocal in its effects and character. Essentially contentless, idleness obtains its phenomenological shape from the objects around us—the pliancy of a chair, the gloss of an advertisement—and the thoughts and desires within us.

O’Connor, to his credit, resists conflating idleness with aesthetic bliss, or animal repose, or other unambiguously positive varieties of passivity. Yet experience without content has little to recommend it. Without some consciously chosen value that organizes how we do nothing, we may find that our idle time makes us less free rather than more.

~ Charlie Tyson, from “Idleness” in The Point (September 5, 2019)


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31 thoughts on “Saturday Morning

  1. The last two sentences of this post reminded me of the two well-dressed 30-something women who were overheard in my supermarket a few weeks ago: “You’re back — hi!” “Yeah! Hi!” “How was your vacation??” “Oh, it was good… but exhausting, you know? It’s good to be back.”

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  2. Dang, DK…. you really making me have to concentrate this morning. I had to read this a few times to get the gist.
    Or maybe I’m just tired. And need to be idle for another day.
    Oh, sorry, DR, you can’t today. You have to fill in for two guys who are off and the Maitre d’ who just quit and the students who have already left… Is October 31 coming soon? I need golf season to end.

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    1. When from our better selves we have too long
      Been parted by the hurry world, and droop,
      Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
      How gracious, how benign, is Solitude

      ~ William Wordsworth, “The Prelude” in excerpt from Book IV, “Summer Vacation,” Lines 354-370 (Routledge & K. Paul; 1968)

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