in the arsehole of diogenes

NEO-HERACLITUS_____________Qweir Notions in the arsehole of Diogenes: weBlog of a septuagenarian Binge-thinker since February 2008.
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Thursday, 27 April 2017

My kind and loyal readers

seem to be mostly in the USA.
There are none in Ireland
from which slurry-green isle
I am an exultant exile.

































                          Дякую ! 

谢谢




Wednesday, 26 April 2017

Mathematics.

All numbers
No qualities

All solutions
No compromises

All puzzles
No wisdom

Monday, 24 April 2017

Sunday, 23 April 2017

The wonderful thing about paintings

is that they are wordless
and have no beginning or end
except for the changeable
oft-inappropriate frame,
and are not static, but phatic,
and, though fading and flaking,
are as timeless as graveyards.
Paintings don't run out of words.

Friday, 21 April 2017

The beginning and the end of a poem.

Words are the flesh and the bones of thoughts,
and life for us humans is a holocaust of words.

Thursday, 20 April 2017

Monday, 17 April 2017

My problem with 'democracy';

is that it is an expensive and easily-corrupted method
of giving The Vote to far worse people than mere litter-louts,
tax-fraudsters and sugar-refiners.
The most sensible solution for Representative Government
would be parliamentarians selected by lot. 
It would cost almost nothing,
there would be no crap about The Will of The People,
and the resulting random selection would not be worse
than what we have got.  Parties could then be abolished, too.  What bliss ! Perhaps one or two dogs could be co-opted into parliament
for occasional stroking and reality-check.

Saturday, 15 April 2017

All we need to know about the expansionism

of European 'Christians'
is contained in this talentless but revealing
(if not revelling) hymn:

The Son of God goes forth to war
  A kingly crown to gain:
His blood-red banner streams afar;
  Who follows in His train ?

Who best can drink His cup of woe,
  Triumphant over pain,
Who patient bears His Cross below
  He follows in His train.

Friday, 14 April 2017

"He saved others,

but himself he cannot save!"
Precisely.
Because he knew the human self
is worth no more, no less,
than water in a wave ?
Deeply countercultural
and not without defect
he was like the best of us,
I guess, in that respect.

Thursday, 13 April 2017

In my Next Incarnation

I fancy being an Emperor-


Tamarin 

- presumably so-named because it vaguely resembles
an Emperor of China...
I love its ears.
I think I might be an animal-ears fetishist.


Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Some lovely lines

from John Irving's A Prayer for Owen Meany:

"Of course, there is no heart, however serious, that finds the death of culture entirely lacking in entertainment."

"Every country knows more about America than Americans know about themselves!  And Americans know absolutely nothing about any other country."

"She must have thought it a pity that some poor fools had to waste their lives writing in order for us to have sufficient reading material."

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

Sunday, 9 April 2017

This morning I heard a cuckoo

for the first time this spring.
Tomorrow the swifts and swallows will arrive.
Or maybe the day after.

There's rarely an empty moment

that someone does not fill
with hypocrisy - or worse.
(is the Big H the greatest curse ?)

Saturday, 8 April 2017

My dog says

that to a dog
humans are extraordinary
and extraordinarily unpredictable
chimpanzees.

Thursday, 6 April 2017

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

This Incredible Spring

the flowers in bloom simultaneously
here in south-west France include:
violets, primroses, periwinkles (major and minor),
cowslips, lesser celandines, ladies-smocks,
poppies, lilac, wisteria,
judas-tree, iris, toothwort,
tormentil, scabious, service-tree,
lungwort, larkspurs, scillas,
grape-hyacinths, wood-anemones,
quinces, apples, plums and cherries,
devil's milk or greater celandine,
chionodoxas, magnolias, japonicas (chaenomeles)...

You might puzzle over the difference between InformANT and InformER,

but have you ever thought about this ?


Tuesday, 4 April 2017

Cosmetic labels.

There is, of course,
no difference between
an informant and an informer,
whatever you are told,
however you are sold.

Monday, 3 April 2017

Saturday, 1 April 2017

Perennial Fool.

No mammal is weaker than the human,
hence technology.
Whereas all other predators prey upon
the very young, or very old, or sick: the weak,
the modern human prides himself
on preying on the strong -
especially impressive males. Man is a freak.

Friday, 31 March 2017

Nobody really needs

a relationship
except to hold
as some kind of property
or else be beholden
and some kind of property
and (most often) breed
the most intense
and expensive kind of
personal property.

Thursday, 30 March 2017

People, people,

coming and going
rushing and crushing
crammed with stories
banal tales
that they believe
that they want to believe
that others have made them believe
Stories
clattering, battering,
charging, enlarging
inside the rinds
of their skulls
until they escape
and penetrate
ever more minds.

Wednesday, 29 March 2017

Astérix, he say :

Katz is Vermin.
Not just a sermon -
he is doing his Belgian best
to eradicate this pesky pest.

(Be grateful!)


Tuesday, 28 March 2017

NOM D'UN CHIEN !

999 is the emergency number in the UK and Ireland
and the number of names of holy Astérix,

which include

As the Terrible, Cuddly, Importunate
Basho
Genghiz
Inshallah
Bonzo
Sibelius
Vjetoslav
Sweetie
Wargle
Wolverine
Muesli
Toutou
Crocus
Nymble
Rug of the Future
The We of Me
The You of Us
Love-starved
Jalaluddin
Killer
Dishcloth
Noodle
Tiddlyballs
Megabyte
Shadow
Dongle
Archeopteryx
Honey
Hyena
Doodah
Kissydog
Grollicle
Argus
Pongo
Pascal
Rascal
Rajah
Holiness
Catfood
Rover
Cerberus
BigSilly
Rex
Hoxha
Jampot
BigEars
Issa
Snoopy
Loopy
Dr Doolittle
Dog
Omar
Gorgeous
Happy
Hungry
Trotsky
Lucky
Wolfgang
Woozle
Diogenes
Magnus
Tiglath Pileser
Pocopatepetl
Buster
Bosun
Einstein
Doolally
Bilbo
Smidgewidge
Ujku
Rimbaud
Sirius
Farty Doodlet
Tattybogle
Jack the Ripper
Djugashwilly
Aneurin
Bambi
Douglas Fur
Oisín
Bangalore
Jabberwocky
Pussycat
Saint-Roch
Redeemer
Ludo...

Monday, 27 March 2017

When the clocks go forward

it is time to visit my grave.

click picture to enlarge


(It will be time to die
when incompetence
catches up with incontinence.)


Sunday, 26 March 2017

Not-quite-Reductionism.

There are just two kinds of religion:
the old and the less-old.
The less-old are religions of belief
(Christianity, Islam)
while the old are religions of practice
(all others, including Judaism).
This difference has created modern history
through colonialism which has made Jesus
the Antichrist, and Mohamed
the enslaver.

https://aeon.co/essays/how-an-obscure-oriental-cult-converted-a-vast-pagan-roman-empire

Saturday, 25 March 2017

Two sentences from 'The Color Purple':

[God] just sit up there glorying in being deef, I reckon.

The last thing niggers want to think about they God is that his hair is kinky.

I have never understood why coloured people took and take so enthusiastically to a joyless white (and joyless white men's. tight-lipped white women's) god. Is it 'just' self-oppression ?  Or Stockholm Syndrome ?  Or both ?

Thursday, 23 March 2017

Donald Trump in 1981.

"Man is the most vicious of all animals,
and life is a series of battles ending in victory or defeat.
You just can't let people make a sucker out of you."

What a pathetic statement!
The first eight words are incontrovertible,
but Mr Trump in his (continuing) naivety
seemed to be unaware of the delightful arts of subterfuge:
blending in with the surroundings, pretending to be "suckers" and hiding in the cracks,
as billions of us do,  even the "vicious" tiger -
striped to merge with the forest shadows...
but a lot of good that has done it - because of the most vicious of animals. 
I think the obviously-unfulfilled Trump is the sucker!


Wednesday, 22 March 2017

We should have known

that The Enlightenment
was a dead end.
Just look at the stupidity
the controlled sterility
of French formal gardens.



Tuesday, 21 March 2017

Psychedelic !

Hairy lobster - Galathea pilosa
Venomous Blue-ringed octopus - Hapalochlaena lunulata.




Monday, 20 March 2017

Heard on the wireless:

Stoic Seneca
was booted out
of Rome
to exile on Corsica
by the Emperor Caligula*.

*Caligula means little boot, because of special miniature military hob-nailed boots made for him when he was a little boy accompanying his father Germanicus on military campaigns.

Sunday, 19 March 2017

One of the many good book-titles

that I have dreamed up in idle moments is this
one for a typical blood-and-sex thriller:
Mr Killer Wants a Kiss.

Saturday, 18 March 2017

Just two of many interesting comparisons.

Whereas
Anglophones have the phrase
to wash one's dirty linen in public
Francophones have
to wash one's dirty linen in private
(rather than in the communal lavoir).

Whereas
Anglophones say
Dog eats dog
Francophones say
Wolves don't eat other wolves.

Thursday, 16 March 2017

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

This is Colorado -



















but it looks strangely like the West of Scotland or Ireland !

(photo by Almina Kaselis)

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

English orthography is much more bizarre than Trump,

            sez Astérix.

"I chaste a flokk of guses this mourning.  
They flue up in the ayr and honked.
I luvd it.
I chaste a kat.
It wuz grait.
I chaste anuther kat.
Whair doe al the kats kum from ?  Thair ar far 2 menny.
Old ladys leeve kruntchees out for strey wuns.
I eet the katz kruntchees.
Mebbe thail dy.
I stoal kreem from the kreemjug.
Ime a grate fello.
Boss luvs me.

Ime boared."


Monday, 13 March 2017

Saturday, 11 March 2017

Before the (Very Interesting) French Presidential Elections

the Political Poster Board has to be cleared from the last election.






















France is so civilised that the fly-posting of political posters is illegal.
Each commune or village has its board, on which all the candidates are pictured
together with their banal slogan.
There is no (USA, Philippines, India-style) television-advertising, either.
My prediction is that Marine le Pen will win, thus upsetting the smug apple-cart
of Western Liberal Values in Europe, and threatening the fake cohesion
of the European Union - of which, I should say, I am an absurdly-keen supporter.


Friday, 10 March 2017

"I'll see myself out"

is a common dramatic
mostly televisual trope
that's rarely heard in actual life
(at least I've never heard it).

My mother used to say
that a coat would "see her out"
meaning that it would outlast her
(as would the planet).

"See myself out" I will -
for the nothingness of death
itself is heaven.