Thoreau once wrote an essay called “Walking,” where he made this striking remark:
“Ben Jonson exclaims: ‘How near to good is what is fair.’ So I would say: ‘How near to good is what is wild.'”
Thoreau wrote his essay in a time before many modern devices came into play. Look at us now: there are cell phones, sometimes more than one in each household; an iPad, iPod, or i-something-or-other, if not one of the alternatives, constantly within reach; computers that we can drag all over the house, connecting on social networks with people we may never see; and a television where we can connect to watch hundreds of channels, or Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Prime, or somewhere else altogether, avoiding the world around us. Even now, as I write this, I can claim that most of this is within my reach.
In truth, the general populace is fading into a virtual world, forgetting how remarkable, unique, and beautiful nature is. There are few who consider how perfect nature’s countless roads align with our veins; how stunning the sun is, shining on an October day settling into an autumn chill; and what it’s like to walk the Earth, to know how it rises and falls beneath our feet.
On a clear day, I thirst for the honesty of walking—the full, spiritual connection to the world around me. For this reason, I am proud to be an editor of a blog[zine] that speaks so clearly to me. The poetry from WISH is innate, visceral, and raw like the Earth; and each poet and reader embraces a nomadic truth: that a walk alone is good, but a shared thirst for what is wild draws us nearer to what it means to be human than any modern device.