Weeding and Writing

Next time you’re out weeding, let these lines roll around in your head:

“[Weeds] would not be without their use, if they were good for nothing else but to exercise the Industry of Man to weed them out who, had he nothing to struggle with, the fire of his spirit would be half extinguished in the Flesh.”

William Coles
Adam in Eden, or Nature’s Paradise (1657)

“I weed, therefore I am.”

See.  You thought you were just out removing some worthless crabgrass but actually you are saving your soul!!!!  Without garlic mustard and nutsedge appearing in your perennial beds to challenge your human spirit, you would slowly deteriorate into an empty shell, a big, purposeless blob of Homo sapiens

That’s cool and all, but I’m thinking my personal weeding style is more postmodern with a twist of absurdist.  Let me go check out what Beckett or Camus had to say about this weeding business.

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  1. I don’t think Camus would weed his own garden, or have an opinion on weeding, even. I think he would sneak into his neighbor’s garden when no one was around, and then just rip out a choice plant just to see what it felt like.

      1. Then at least you are good at it, which most people are not. Having spent the ages 17 to 29ish being very deep and misunderstood, the existentialists were unavoidable. I think The Stranger is perfect for a little light beach reading for you this summer. But if you don’t get to it, Gide said it best: there are few things in life that I would have over…but since I cannot, why bother? This does not apply to eating durian.

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