Imago lacus

The picture above was taken by a dear friend, the American poet Debra Kang Dean (please do not use it without permission). I met Debra three years before, when I went to Walden to work with his late husband Brad, a great Thoreau scholar. Once we spent hours tracking this quotation: "Some men go fishing all their lives without ever realizing it's not fish they are after." We concluded that Thoreau never wrote it, but si non è vero...

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

November 16, 1857, to Blake

Los comerciantes y las empresas siempre se han reído del trascendentalismo, de las leyes superiores  etc., rechazando a "esos lunáticos", como si ellos estuvieran anclados en algo no sólo definido, sino también seguro y permanente. Si había alguna institución que se presumía asentada soibre pilares sólidos y seguros, y que como ninguna otra representaba este tan jactancioso sentido común, la prudencia, y el talento práctico, ésa era la banca, y ahora resulta que esos bancos son simples juncos sacudidos por el viento. Apenas ningún banco del país ha cumplido su promesa. [...] Pero el "claro de luna" sigue ahí, sereno, benéfico e inmutable. Los malos tiempos, pienso yo, tienen este valor, entre otros: que nos enseñan qué promesas merecen la pena, dónde se encuentran los bancos seguros.


The merchants and company have long laughed at transcendentalism, higher laws, etc., crying, "None of your moonshine," as if they were anchored to something not only definite, but sure and permanent. If there was any institution which was presumed to rest on a solid and secure basis, and more than any other represented this boasted common sense, prudence, and practical talent, it was the bank; and now those very banks are found to be mere reeds shaken by the wind. Scarcely one in the land has kept its promise. [...] But there is the moonshine still, serene, beneficent, and unchanged. Hard times, I say, have this value, among others, that they show us what such promises are worth,--where the sure banks are.

Henry David Thoreau, Letters to H. G. O. Blake
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2 comments:

  1. ¿Dónde los bancos seguros?

    Hace unos años diría que estaban en los parques. Ahora ya no me atrevo a afirmarlo.

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  2. Y que lo digas, Kepa. Yo voy a empezar a viajar con un cojín para sentarme en el suelo...

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