Up@dawn 2.0

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Thoughts in the Outdoors

    I am writing this outside in my notepad after walking for awhile. I parked at the furthest parking spot from the entrance to the BAS to allow myself more time to contemplate about my post. I have been having trouble with laptop so the school computer has become my next option. I walked into the BAS and realized that the cold, muted environment only dampened my creativity. Outside in the unpredictable environment, newfound thoughts are stimulated, my creativity only limited by the atmosphere holding me within its warm hands. The ever-shifting bounce of the flowers on the small trees ahead provide a means of escape from the controlling vision trained by hours of staring at a screen in a cubicle. The blades of grass seem like letters written elaborately on a green canvas, the concrete a "tabula rasa". The trees loom over me in the same way that a teacher would, studying to see if my work is substantial. The chirp of the birds, and the bees buzzing is much better than the creak of a chair or the hum of the printer.
    As a philospher I understand how writing outdoors is much more edifying. I understand the argument made about the outdoors being the catalyst for the foundation of abstract thoughts... so much more out here to draw inspiration from. I am aware of myself and through this introversion I am able to extrovert my thoughts onto this notepad to be read later by the class. It's a pleasant coincidence that I now at this moment realize that my word count will be around 250 words upon completion of this page. I feel that this is start of something new. Perhaps I might not go on to elaborate adventures such as Rimbaud, or have rambling walks like Nietzche. I might however create my own sort of routine to later develop into a tradition of my own at a later moment my life. Spending enough time in the outdoors might result in more abstract analysis of the new environments in which I find myself. This will pave the pathway for me to reassess my previous workings inside my own mind and to see a new perspective at analyzing the thoughts of others. Although this post isn't full of complex arguments or logical analysis, it's simple. Which is the message I feel that Gros is trying to convey in his book so far. Hopefully, my post is readable and relatable.


  1. "Readable and relatable" for sure, Cody! Sounds like you've had your epiphany. I know exactly what you mean about the cold sterility of the empty classroom building, contrasted with the feeling of freedom under an open sky. So glad we made it out there as a class again last night, reminding ourselves that thoughts flow freer away from the constricted interior space of four walls.

    Tell us again, what was the poem you shared out in the courtyard?

  2. "What Is So Rare As a Day in June" by James Russel Lowell. Here is the link: