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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Saturday, 30 May 2009

Many people are born

zombis
Some soon turn into
zombis
And most have
zombihood
forced upon them.

Thursday, 28 May 2009

Surveillance

Above, beyond the queue
the monitor
displaying every aisle
and every stand
within the store, revealing
all except the slight
shoplifter's sleight-of-hand.

Wednesday, 27 May 2009

A religion,

culture, or civilisation
that cannot cope with suicide
is fundamentally defective.

Tuesday, 26 May 2009

Friendship

is swapping credit-cards.
Love
if not forever
is just infatuation.

Monday, 25 May 2009

Drowning

Real men drink piss
Real men don't shave
Real men do kiss
Real men don't wave

Sunday, 24 May 2009

Thursday, 21 May 2009

Time goes forward.

Memory goes backward.
In the Beginning
we were stories.
In the End
we are oblivion.

Tuesday, 19 May 2009

Why do human babies cry ?

Is it because
life is such an outrageous
imposition ?
Or is it because
human consciousness
is a kind of
continual drowning ?

Monday, 18 May 2009

Having turned

cornucopia
to
pharmacopœia,
we
are now thoroughly
poisoning
the sea.

Sunday, 17 May 2009

Thursday, 14 May 2009

Wednesday, 13 May 2009

Knowledge

ploughs the fertile
soil of prejudice.

Self-delusion
feels really good.

Tuesday, 12 May 2009

Monday, 11 May 2009

Mass individualism

produces tax-payers
transcended, transfixed
by the gorgeous miracle
of their dull personalities.

Saturday, 9 May 2009

A wet Saturday

I'm considering the rules
of Haiku Tennis.

It never occurred to me before

that sex
for most people
is some sort of
validation.

Yet this might have been
part of the soft, rich
tapestry of feelings I had
on those few occasions
when intimacy
was flawless,
wonderful.

Wednesday, 6 May 2009

The obscenity of lawns

As the world heats up
we'll pour more water on our lawns,
then burn up petroleum to cut them.
And we think we're rational.

Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Each of us

is Allah's
carpet-flaw.


Version for Muslims:

Each of us
is al-Mumit's
carpet-flaw.

Sunday, 3 May 2009