‘What boots it,’ indeed

These boots are made for earning.

In the August 2019 issue of The Atlantic, Michael LaPointe muses at some length on “The Unbearable Smugness of Walking,” as performed by the literati.

Following his examination of two recent books arguing for “walking’s invigorating literary power” and capacity for resistance to “the desire of those in power that we should participate in growing the GDP … as well as the corporate desire that we should consume as much as possible and rest whenever we aren’t doing so,” LaPointe wonders whether, for the writer, walking to work is really nothing more than another day at the office, albeit a larger, airier one.

And he poses the question: “What would it mean, for once, simply to walk and say nothing about it?”

What it would mean, Michael old sock, is that you would not get paid.

“Ah, fill the Cup:—what boots it to repeat
How Time is slipping underneath our Feet. …

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8 Responses to “‘What boots it,’ indeed”

  1. SAO’ Says:

    And our poor lad Michael was paid for this?

    “ … the Romantic conception of walking as the essential literary act persisted.”

    Essential? I always thought whiskey was the essential literary act.

    Dude doesn’t have math on his side. Easily 99.99% of all walks fail to produce a published work.

  2. carl duellman Says:

    i found $5 once on a walk.

  3. Pat O'Brien Says:

    That is top drawer bullshit. How does he get paid for that?

  4. Patrick O'Grady Says:

  5. Hurben Says:

    My favourite musician has crossed over.


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