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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Friday, 26 May 2017

Blue eyes

seem to fascinate many
(if not most) folk.
I have no idea why,
because I have always found
blue-eyed people
to be untrustworthy,
unreliable.

Thursday, 25 May 2017

Not-so-merry-go-round.

"Terrorist Outrages" are,
in a typically human, perverted way,
quite intelligent, 'strategically-sound' -
because they re-foment the mindless humbug
which gave rise to the terrorism in the first place,
thus re-inforcing the vicious circle of alpha-male activity
which makes our nasty little human world 'go round'.

Wednesday, 24 May 2017

On democracy and the commercial media.

"The people's" "right to know"
is, remarkably, no greater than "the media's"
desire and ability to profit from scandal.

Tuesday, 23 May 2017

"The real struggle,"

wrote the Jewish philosopher Martin Buber,
"is not between East and West,
or Capitalism and Communism,
but between Education and Propaganda."
Unfortunately, there is no firm dividing-line
between any of these alleged opposites,
least of all between Education and Propaganda.


Monday, 22 May 2017

This is a photo of

















the plants seen today in flower
during a brief walk with Astérix on a limestone plateau.
They include Viper's Bugloss (Vipérine)
Milkwort
Broomrape
Convolvulus
Scabious

Helianthemum
Rock Spurge
Birdsfoot Trefoil
Not-quite-Meadowsweet (which smells like Meadowsweet)
Rock Pink (carnation_
Rock Geranium
Spanish Broom
a kind of Privet
and a couple which I could not even guess...

And here is His Holy Sniffiness
in a riverside meadow a week earlier.




"Human desire,"

wrote Hegel,
"always begins with desire
for another's desire."

Friday, 19 May 2017

Thursday, 18 May 2017

Ideas.

Men care most about
what is least real -
and thus keep altering reality.

Tuesday, 16 May 2017

Slavery never ends.

On the one hand
competitive and compulsive consumption,
requiring employment;
on the other
unregistered domestic labour.

Monday, 15 May 2017

Popular poets

depress me !
Example: Robert Frost,
a Grand Old White Man
(but not fit to slather Whitman's arse)
whose smugness was unequalled.
No wonder that the puerile Allen Ginsberg
usurped him briefly in the 1960s!
"The road not taken" is so crass,
"The Gift Outright" so nauseatingly
offensive that I think that Robert Frost
kiboshed American poetry - as TS Eliot
garotted poetry in England with his
profoundly superficial Four Quartets.

Friday, 12 May 2017

Tidiness is next to Godliness.

(The tune is by Handel
which may be why the hymn still sung.)

Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son;
endless is the victory, thou o'er death hast won;
angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
kept the folded grave clothes where thy body lay.

Thursday, 11 May 2017

On one of these "planetary bodies"

there is said to be water and ice
and, possibly, what we, in our ignorance,
call "life".

click for more

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Sunday, 7 May 2017

Life is...

1. (seriously) Just a consciousness-trap.
2. (frivolously) A waste of gas.

Saturday, 6 May 2017

Before the "Garden of Eden"

it is not beyond the bounds of possibility#
that palæolithic adolescents (if not their seniors)
sucked each others' cocks.

Friday, 5 May 2017

If only...

...Jean Genet and Rosa Luxemburg
had met in prison !

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b08lfc77


"True Liberty necessarily involves the freedom to think differently
from everyone around you."



Thursday, 4 May 2017

Tuesday, 2 May 2017

"Liberal, democratic"

has come to mean
"élitist" -
which it always was !
(Though you may have detected
that élite
actually means both "elect" and "elected".)

Sunday, 30 April 2017

Simply put,

consciousness is simply hubris.
More discursively,
it is just the addled, ill and composite illusion
of the brain's trillions of connections
that they form one whole - and unique - self.
So human consciousness resists
its own invented sense of reason
in a desperate attempt
to prove unto itself that it actually exists.

Saturday, 29 April 2017

We wear shoes

to protect our soft feet
and keep them soft.
We wear socks
to protect our feet from our shoes:
a cultural solution
to anti-evolution.

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.