However I don’t believe that abject poverty is the only reason that our neighbour’s children do this: sometimes I think it’s like an Easter Egg hunt or that our back yard is some sort of children’s discovery park. These kids are bored rigid. They can waste time. Hours of it. Going through a batuari’s rubbish is one way to fill the day, as is playing stick ball or simply hanging out in our back yard staring at batauri as we rest in our deckchairs in the cool evening breeze.
So back to my objection: this adage should be (somewhat less catchily, it’s true) “Want: waste not”.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
Thanks to Linda Jones of SEEP for my Leonard Cohen Education