Strolling Drollery: fanmail from some Flaneur

To have at your disposal what the best conversationalists have: a wealth of experience to draw on.

Sherry Turkle, ALONE TOGETHER: Why We Expect More from Technology and Less From Each Other

 

To be Open.

Unafraid.

Creative.

Some people talk the talk. But they do not walk the walk.

As a folk journalist you must walk the talk.  Whenever possible.

In other words, your words must move the conversation somewhere.

Take the story further. Farther even. With questions, retorts and ripostes disrupting daily dullness.

Ask someone, “Do you know what I’ve been thinking about all week?” They generally may respond: “No, what?” Because, let’s face it, they have no way of knowing what you’ve been thinking. Unless you are reading this, “In the year 2525, if man can survive, then they may find,” that we can read each other’s minds.*

*  A song by Zaeger & Evans I had on a 45 in 1969.

http://www.lyricsfreak.com/z/zager+and+evans/in+the+year+2525_20647779.html

A better one, that relates to today’s WT theme, is REM’s “Walk Unafraid.”

http://www.songlyrics.com/r-e-m/walk-unafraid-lyrics/

Likewise, if you offer: “How soft your lips look,” you must walk the talk.

Meaning: Take it elsewhere. To them lips, to the chin, or take it on the chin – it doesn’t matter. “Actions speak louder than words” goes the expression. But did you know that actions prompt words, too? Walking, for instance, stimulates the body and mind, fueling conversation.

Folks who live in places like Michael Moore’s, “Upnorthistan” know this especially. It is why we long for spring – you get out and walk around more. We know when you do that you find yourself chatting with a person tripping down the cobblestones with all winter in silence.

Flaneurs tend toward more lollygagging (which can be lethal in winter). Flanerie will often get you everywhere and nowhere. Drolling instead of trolling, on the run off the cuff or on the q.t. They are master multi-taskers. Nurse-slash-diva mensches who may hail from places like Media, PA., but are neither schnorrer nor schlemiel. Are they schlubs because they like to hang around the café society scenes on every other corner? They prefer a table for three, still realizing that in some societies, “people eat in silence as a sign of respect and focus,” as The Art of Civilized Conversation, A guide to Expressing Yourself with Style & Grace, by Margaret Shepherd tells us.

http://link.arapahoelibraries.org/portal/Art-of-civilized-conversation.–The-art-of/e1dzqt6a5rs/

A flaneur may be at once, “the World’s Most Ridiculous Man,” eavesdropping for the hell of it, as primitive as any saunter-gatherer who sniffs the air for stories, and also the hunter who explores, uncovers, and reveals their city before it all goes away.

Back Pocket Banter

What is the longest time you’ve talked to someone at a café?

What is our favorite hangout and why?

When was the last time you mailed a letter? How about a postcard? Okay then, a card that went into an envelope for someone’s birthday or anniversary?

Do you ever listen to yourself and hear what you are actually saying?

Activity

Compared to today’s throwaway conversation, letter writing is a meditative act. Try it.

A trick of the flaneur is to try and eavesdrop on your own conversation. What would you like to be saying right now? What would that conversation sound like for you? (Don’t ask me; only you can make it so.)

In her memoir “Yes Please,” Amy Poehler said she gets funny lines while listening to people deliver monologues on their cell phones. Paul Krassner told a joke in the 1990s about giving cell phones to the homeless so they would not look like they were talking to themselves. Joshua Wolf Shenk writes: “Indeed, thinking itself is a kind of download of dialogue between ourselves and others. And when we listen to creative people describe breakthrough moments that occur when they are alone, they often mention the sensation of having a conversation in their own minds.”*

* http://www.nytimes.com/2014/07/20/opinion/sunday/the-end-of-genius.html

What do you think he meant by this?

Look back on your conversation – what can be learned? Look forward to your next conversation – what can be prepared for, directed into a deeper discussion?

Bonus Activity

Annotate annotate annotate: Print up a recent texting convo you conducted. Send it back to the other person, only this time adding in bold what you think was really meant by each sentence. An annotation dives deeper into what went on between you two while you were saving all that time texting instead of writing letters.

Tips

Slow down. Upon greeting a fellow human, instead of digitally registering at hypersonic speed, greet and note to yourself (or to them) what inner conversation pops to mind: is it their clothes, their gait, their grooming? Like a digital printout outside your hard drive, conversation broken down can lead to discovering much more about each other.

It is very hard to nail down a human being, isn’t it? You get one pegged and realize you’ve peeled just one layer of some sweet onion. When Tom Hayden ran for Governor of California he described himself this way: “I’m Jeffersonian in terms of democracy, Thoreauvian in terms of the environment, and Crazy Horse in terms of social movements.”  (And Harold Stassen in terms of elections? Zing! I kid Tom.)

Personally

Garrison Keillor used to write a column called “Mr. Blue” for Salon.com that offered advice to the lovelorn word slinger. It was like sitting with him in a café contemplating jazz. I wrote asking if he thought it was all right to eavesdrop in cafes. He wrote back saying you betcha.

 

Two books: Sherry Turkle’s: http://alonetogetherbook.com

My friend and flaneur, Leonard Pitt, has a memoir of Paris and Detroit coming out next month called, “My Brain On Fire.”

http://leonardpitt.com

 

 It is great to hold a conversation, but you should let go of it now and then.  Poet Richard Armour

http://articles.latimes.com/1989-03-01/news/mn-582_1_richard-armour

 

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Need to talk? Remember, as Ian Drury wrote: You’re never alone with a schizophrenic.

 

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Directing Conversation: a Tip

Those dry sticky salivaless sounds which can be death to a good conversation.

David Foster Wallace in INFINITE JEST

 

Want a way around such icky stickiness? Like to keep your convos unstuck in time, alive and flowing?

Here’s one smooth move problem solver. Folk Journalists call it: “Directing Conversation.”

When in the midst of back-and-forth banter among three or more persons, I make physical moves with my head. I mean, if one person is talking only to me, I stop looking directly at them. Instead, I shift my head toward the third person. Amazingly, this often makes the person talking also look at the one I just shifted to look at.

Try it!

(Can prove especially useful when the third person does not hear so well and needs to see your lead conversant’s mouth.)

 

Speaking of aging founts of wisdom around us:

My conversation may be full of holes and pauses, but I’ve learned to dispatch a prive Apache scout ahead into the next sentence, the one coming up, to see if there are any vacant names or verbs in the landscape up there. If he sends back a warning, I’ll pause meaningfully, duh, until something else comes to mind. 

Roger Angell in his recent book, THIS OLD MAN 

 

Ram Dass

Now a semi-mature tale delivered by Ram Dass (above) in Colorado in 2013:

An old man is ambling down the primrose path one afternoon when he hears a voice: “Pssst! Can you help me out?”

He looks down to see a big frog staring up from a lush, green meadow.

“Did you just speak to me?” asks the old man. (As it is always in these tales.)

“Yes, could you help me?”

“Well I don’t know. Maybe. I mean I hope so. What’s the problem?”

“I’m under a curse. If you pick me up and kiss me, I will turn into a beautiful maiden and will cook for you and serve you and be everything you ever wanted.”

Well, the man stands there for a while and then picks the frog up, puts him in his pocket, and continues walking down the trail.

After a little while, the frog perks up.

“Hey!” he shouts from inside the pocket. “You forgot to kiss me!”

The old man lifts the little feller out, holds him up about nose high and says to him, “You know at my age, I think it’s more interesting to have a talking frog.”

After the laughter of recognition comes, Ram Dass explains: “The nature of aging has to do with change.”

 

Aha! Here’s a link to more RAM DASS via his love serve remember foundation:

https://www.ramdass.org

Link to NY TIMES piece on INFINITE JEST, just celebrating its 20th anniversary:

http://www.nytimes.com/2016/02/07/books/review/everything-about-everything-david-foster-wallaces-infinite-jest-at-20.html?_r=0

Link to Roger Angell’s book: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25733456-this-old-man

 

In winter’s tedious night sit by the fire

With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales

Of woeful ages long ago betide –

Shakespeare’s RICHARD II

 

Animator Chuck Jones when asked how it felt to be an old man: “I don’t feel like an old man, I feel like a young man with something terribly wrong with him!” 

Charles Solomon in the LA Times

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Reclaiming Conversation: Check Out Book Talk!

Here’s a professor who knows her way around a WalkyTalky: Sherry Turkle, in a C-SPAN 2 convo at New York University re her book Reclaiming Conversation: The Power of Talk in a Digital Age, dealing with “the impact of the digital age on traditional conversation.”

Let’s discuss:

http://www.c-span.org/video/?400035-1/book-discussion-reclaiming-conversation

 

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Until next time, when I’ll bring you that Ram Dass story I promised you LAST time…

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Five Ways To Witty Banter (An occasional series)

pic of me tipping capHello and Welcome Back Convo Lovers,

 

Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: the

brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not

able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more

than I invent or is invented on me: I am not only

witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other

men.  

Falstaff in II Henry IV

 

Okay, so nobody could be as quick with their wit as Falstaff, a character so great that Shakespeare wrote him into three plays.  (Was anyone in more plays than Sir John?) But give these five quick openers a try the next time you find yourself looking for words:

Back Pocket Banter

Where would you take me if I were new in town?

How old were you at your first rock concert? Do you have a story you recall from it?

Is there a part in a movie you would like to have played?

What’s the worst breakup you’ve been through?

Did you ever hurt somebody really bad?

Aside from engaging in this conversation, what is the biggest mistake you’ve ever made?

(Okay, that was seven, but I think you can have fun with at least five of them)

 

Doll Tearsheet: They say Poins has a good wit.

Falstaff: He a good wit? hang him, baboon! his wit’s as thick as Tewksbury mustard  

II Henry IV

 

Next Time: Story From A Master Named Ram Dass!

 

 

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Conversations By Nature: after seeing the movie “The Revenant”

 

Phelps Lake in Wyoming

Got to travel

Over mountains

Gotta travel

Over seas

Gotta travel

Til we win       Death or Glory by The Clash

 

Travelers must be content     As You Like It

 

The new Leonard DiCaprio movie “The Revenant,” takes you deep into the wilderness, featuring breathtaking scenes from the mountains of western Canada down to Tierra del Fuego Argentina. It takes place in 1823 in Montana and South Dakota. And despite the difficulty of his character’s journey, I’m here today to tell you that conversations for the rest of us along the trail? No walk in the park either.

First off, there’s not that much talking when communing best with the woods. As counselors up at Camp Lookout in northern Michigan, we had this rule while hiking: “Silence on the Trail!”

Beautiful idea, right?

But as an adult, please don’t yell me to shaddup for singing side two of “Abbey Road” or my favorite Dan Fogelberg choruses as we scale the high Sierra. You are supposed to sing, and loudly – try Broadway show tunes — when attempting to scare away the bears. (spoiler alert: Did Not Work for DiCaprio)

Dayhike on Death Canyon shelf
August in the Grand Tetons

According to Joseph Campbell (and others, of course) the bear is the oldest worshipped deity in the world. And like bears, every hiker you pass out there has their own way of being. Different from city walking where you ignore everybody you come in close contact with (because FILL-IN URBAN AVOIDANCE STRATEGY HERE), far outside the megalopolis, guess what: You can actually include and welcome humans to your side. Why? Because where it’s you vs. nature out there (one cannot emphasize the “out-thereness” of outdoors enough), any chance to join forces may come in handy so I’m here to encourage it.

We’re talking about survival among the rawest elements of life!  Plus, chances to relate in ways no human ever has a chance to. (Be sure to take along a Marmot rain jacket – talk about a real lifesaver.)

 

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Backpack Banter for Urbanized Campers

To anyone crossing your path, “Have a good one,” is short and sweet. “Howdy,” is even shorter. These greetings — or say, “May the peace of the wilderness be with you!” – force the opposing trailblazer to return with a “Have a good one!” (Albeit just in passing, because I can’t stop continuing to get down this trail/up the trail/to my campsite/and am lacking breath from sweating through another dang switchback/I need to push on farther along without any help from you no thank you very mucho…)

Note: Trail Etiquette 101 gives those going uphill the right of way. Trail Etiquette 101.1 teaches that if time allows, you may offer comments about passing trekker’s t-shirts and ball caps, as in: “Star Trek, cool…” or “the Wyoming cowboy. Cool,” or “Harvard? Really?”

Advanced Trail Etiquette says avoid, “May the force be with you” or asking about their gear, because there is nothing like humblebragsters going on about having proper rain gear in places like the Grand Tetons (see Marmot) because while it may be the youngest of the Rockies range, they do create their own weather system, putting you as warily in the moment as those furry little marmots bouncing boulder to boulder just ahead of you.

But hey, it’s your gambol; you can pretty much say anything. Let’s face it, in nature one is unrestrained. And you will probably not see that hiker again. So go ahead freely: “Next summer I gotta get me one of them umbrella hats!”*

 

Daniel's boots in Death Canyon

 

Convo To Go

Feeling burned out on your trail? Put these in your pack to poke ’em with:

“I feel absolutely tree ripened out here, don’t you?”

“That there is a Jeffrey Pine. Yep. Go on up and smell it. Yes, you can scratch the bark and smell it. Is that vanilla? Butterscotch? Crazy, right? Well, there are over 300 different kinds of pine — funny you should ask — pinus, if you will. The Jeffrey grows mostly in the Sierra range. Did you know also that the presence of trees have been shown by a study to lower violent crime?”

Bonus

With just a few folks left around the campfire, folk singing & conversational storytelling having crackled down to a cool blue whisper, might be time for employing the following to blow whatever minds are still open:

“Ever tried living in Deep Time? When you slow down a little first, get away from the very next thing in front of you and go back like to when you are in nature— living in deeper and deeper time, the slower and slower it gets, stretching out in its passing to where you go all the way back and accept yourself as a part of the Story of Evolution itself. You realize you are part of this living being floating through the universe where the percentage of calcium in your tears is the same as in the oceans. That’s what aging is: part of it as all of it processes. So now you can quit worrying; humans have been here for 20 thousand years. The mammoths 10 million years. Dinosaurs 100 million years. Forget about wondering whether to get dirty in nature. And don’t worry about whether we should kiss, because there is more bacteria in your mouth than in all the humans who ever lived on the planet.”

SnowinTetonsAugust

 

Questions 

Did you ever want to be a park ranger when you were a child?

Which national parks have you visited? How about overseas?

Did you ever get angry during a camping trip and what was the cause?

What’s the most amazing highway you’ve ever traveled upon?

What was the scariest thing to ever happen to you while camping?

Describe the coolest animal you’ve ever seen out there.

How would your friends describe you in relation to camping or hiking?

Bonus Convo!

If you are in the eastern U.S., try: Did you know that “Hudson” as in the Hudson River means “great waters constantly in motion”?

If you are in the western U.S.: Did you know that “Pacific” like in the ocean means “peace”?

Bonus Activities!

Take a day hike without your phone.

Ask some friends to join you for some outdoor activity or sport.

Tell a story around a campfire. (Remember that certain scary tales, like featuring Bloody Fingers! and other body parts, may drive more people into their tents than keep them conversing/smoldering by the fire.)

Relate a tale from time spent at summer camp.

Write a short letter thanking the person who introduced you to the natural world.

 

Dayhike on switchback below
Folk journalist switchbacking out, walking stick on rock.

 

VINCENTIO

But is it true? or else is it your pleasure,

Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest

Upon the company you overtake?

HORTENSIO

I do assure thee, father, so it is.      

The Taming of the Shrew

 

In my first interview with a Sierra bear we were frightened and embarrassed, both of us, but the bear’s behavior was better than mine.    

John Muir

 

 

Above photos by Daniel Mandil, Robert J. Rees.

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Russians Ride The S.I. Ferry: Good Places to Converse (An Occasional Series)

empire state bldg from flash apt

 

My New York genes kick in. I can talk to anyone. 

Edwin Lynch, Metropolitan Diary New York Times Jan 11 2016

 

As a folk journalist, which pays less than what is required to survive in New York City, one is forced to accept other lines of work when living there. And, especially in the 1990s, many artists, writers, and composers taught ESL, English as a Second Language.

Looking for that 13 bucks an hour? NYANA was the place to do it downtown.

“NYANA” stands for the “New York Association of New Americans.” A wonderful place where new immigrants came to learn. We taught Russians, Syrians, Taiwanese, Japanese, and Koreans too, in hopes that one day they’d go out and find great jobs and hire us.

What I mainly remember from back then is that almost every adorable women in NYC taught ESL. Cool-looking, indie gals, who came from all over the country to read Jim Harrison and Carl Hiaasen on the subway on their way to work. Not with yellow hi-liter pens (that was more the ’80s),  just intensely, like they did not want me disturbing them.

Actually, the real reason I taught ESL?

One day, after dropping out of college to travel, I found myself on the island of Crete working in the vineyards with grandmothers and grandfathers whose children had all left Greece to open fish and chip shops in Australia. Right there under bulging green grape (stafilya) bunches, trying to communicate with these lovely Cretans, that’s when I decided: I want to use the English language again.

So I came back.

 

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One day in class downtown at NYANA, I’d been drilling my Russian students with the typical lesson:

“Yefim, do you like chicken?”

Yes, I…am…chicken.

“Yefim, do you live in Brooklyn?”

Yes, I…love…Brooklyn.

I turned one of my more advanced students, Basya Rankashiskas:

“Basya, is it better to marry for love or for money?”

Oh Henry, to marry for love it is better than money.

Then she blew my mind by coming back with:

Henry, why you no married? 22, Russia, married. Why no you?

“Well Basya,” I said. “I’m…looking.”

She pointed to the large classroom map on the wall:

America is a big country, Basya said.

Well, she had me there.

So now I’ve spent most of this millennium traveling around the country sticking a microphone in faces until I guess I find one that fits.

 

HR INTERVIEWS KRISTA AT LINCOLN

 

Activity

Ride the Staten Island Ferry and talk to everyone. (I took my ESL students along and it was fun.)

Teach ESL; you will learn to engage foreigners in basic conversation and won’t regret it.

 

Happiness is interpersonal.  

Ticht Naht Hanh Tricycle Magazine Spring 2015

 

 

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