Monday, January 9, 2012

René Discard...philosopher... or, waiting for depot

Waiting for depot...

 with a certain off the shoulder and carefree attitude...

his haberdashers were very laid back.

René waited 

with sublime patience

and a very content demeanor

even when the weather stole his hat, removed his gloves and vandals made off with his rake 

overgrown with flowers and friendly vines...a weedy patch of real estate was a contemplative home for several years

his maker,  very deft...each stitch held so determinedly through the extremes he weathered, he never seemed to lose

his grip on reality

  René  became one of my favourite characters and I visited him weekly for as long as he was a resident of the waste land.      The crows never appeared to bother him... from his seat of old tires he must have had a terrific view of the garden and the fast dumping, free storing, happily recycling, seriously scavenging, darkly vandalizing, utterly baffled, giddily thrilled, successfully laden (or unloaded) regulars and junk struck newbies... visitors to the depot. 

"Good sense is, of all things among men, the most equally distributed…the diversity of opinions, consequently, does not arise from being endowed with a larger share of reason than theirs, but solely from this, that we conduct our thoughts along different ways, and do not fix our attention on the same objects. For to be possessed of a vigorous mind is not enough, the prime requisite is rightly to apply it."
  René Descartes...discourse on method