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This street-wise flâneur of mid-century is doing what he does best: classic flânerie including fashionably strolling about in an ostentatious manner, smoking a cigar, and perhaps expressing a form of protest against bourgeois norms through "a counter-doctrine of inefficiency and uselessness — of which their flânerie was merely the most performative, emblematic expression."

This could be problem behaviour in some 19th century men, but the Parisian flâneur is only expressing natural instincts. Charles Baudelaire was an authority on this type of man, whom he called l'observateur passionné. Gavarni also sketched a flâneur.

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Sabelo Mlangeni, Coming to Johannesburg I, January 2011.

Source: Jackie Higgins and Max Kozloff - The World Atlas of Street Photography (2014: 236)

Plini - Flâneur

Why does walking help with thinking and writing? Also, do you consider yourself a flâneur?

While one could no doubt quote Rousseau or Thoreau or Nietzsche here, I believe the answer is as simple as moving the body also moves the mind. There's something about being physically but not mentally occupied that helps you think, which is why ideas also come in the shower or while washing the dishes. And walking in a landscape full of significance, whether artificial or natural, can't help but stimulate thought. I have no head for birds or flowers—I am a human-focused writer—so I like a good urban walk where you wonder what that strange sad person's story is or what goes on in that little dress shop on that narrow street or who lives above that grimy-looking pizza place and can they smell the food.

I refer to myself as a flâneur with parodic exaggeration, but I don't really consider myself one. It's not so much about who I am as about where I am. Certainly I am an idler, a stroller, a layabout on walkabout searching for aesthetic interest and that fleeting vitality Baudelaire described as the essence of the modern. However, the concept of the flâneur includes the idea of walking with no purpose, which I think must also imply a genuine risk of getting lost. To be a true flâneur you need a city big or labyrinthine enough to get lost in—a London, Paris, Tokyo, New York—whereas I have done all my urban ambling in Pittsburgh and Minneapolis, cities you can circumambulate on foot in an afternoon.

(You can do the same in Dublin, raising the question of whether or not Ulysses is a flâneur novel. I think not. Stephen has aspirations to such status, cultivated in fin-de-siècle Paris, but Bloom's earthier urban appetites—not for the Baudelaire-style sex worker Gothicized into daemon or vampire or for the opium passport to glamorously lethal Cythera, but merely to get a glance at the neighbor lady's slip and to eat a gorgonzola sandwich—work against the concept's potential aesthetic preciousness.)

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الكلمة الفرنسية flâner. لها معاني منها: التجول بلا هدف حول المدينة أو المحلات التجارية من أجل المتعة. أو الجلوس وتضييع الوقت. من الفعل، flâneur وتعني المضيع وقته سُدى.

تم استخدام المصطلح بنشاط في باريس، بعد وإعادة هيكلة المدينة في خمسينيات وستينيات القرن التاسع عشر، عندما تم إنشاء طرق وشوارع واسعة في العاصمة.

The more you roam to unexpected urban places, the happier you are, researchers have found. The French call a “flâneur”—someone who wanders randomly through a big city, stumbling on new scenes. The flâneur has a long and honored literary history. The surrealists used to choose a Paris streetcar at random, ride to the end of the line and then walk around.

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La noche de piedra / Alexis Ravelo. Editorial Alrevés, 2023 La noche de piedra se puede considerar un «thriller rural» y es la primera de las dos novelas dedicadas al mal (Los días de mercurio siendo la otra), entendido como problema ético, social y ontológico, y que enlaza directamente con la iniquidad. Ambientado en la isleña población de San Expósito, el libro cuenta cómo sus protagonistas,…

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"Des clefs perdues sont la cause d'une arrestation," La Presse. June 19, 1933. Page 3. ---- Un nommé Louis Cohen, arrêté samedi soir dernier sous l'accusation d'avoir flâné la nuit, s'est avoué coupable ce matin devant le recorder Aimé Leblanc, qui a aussitôt suspendu la sentence après avoir entendu les explications du jeune homme. Celui-ci déclara qu'il avait perdu les clefs de la porte de sa demeure et qu'il se tenait sur le trottoir lorsque les constables l'arrêtèrent

Comment se fait-il qu'en cette période tardive de ma jeunesse, je réalise soudainement que je suis seul ?

Je croyais pourtant avoir tout réglé en ce qui concerne les amitiés. Il est bien après minuit et je me sens terriblement solitaire, sans personne avec qui échanger. Il y a si longtemps que je n'ai pas ressenti le besoin de pleurer, jusqu'à présent.

Mon meilleur ami me manque, je me manque, mon corps a faim de connexion.

Flâneur

"The crowd is his element, as the air is that of birds and water of fishes. His passion and his profession are to become one flesh with the crowd. For the perfect flâneur, for the passionate spectator, it is an immense joy to set up house in the heart of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow of movement, in the midst of the fugitive and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define. The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito. The lover of life makes the whole world his family, just like the lover of the fair sex who builds up his family from all the beautiful women that he has ever found, or that are or are not—to be found; or the lover of pictures who lives in a magical society of dreams painted on canvas. Thus, the lover of universal life enters into the crowd as though it were an immense reservoir of electrical energy. Or we might liken him to a mirror as vast as the crowd itself; or to a kaleidoscope gifted with consciousness, responding to each one of its movements and reproducing the multiplicity of life and the flickering grace of all the elements of life."

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Stamattina devo essere impazzita, perché prima delle sette sono uscita con la scusa di andare a prendere acqua al fontanello – devo sempre avere qualcosa da fare per uscire – ho fatto il giro largo, ho camminato un po’ di più per allungare il brodo – la strada – e poi per premiarmi sono andata a fare colazione al bar.Uscire mi è servito per capire alcune cose, la prima è che – come dicevo prima –…

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