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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Wednesday, 30 June 2010

Suicide

(inspired by Orhan Veli)

I know
it isn't easy to live.
I know very well
that living isn't easy
Especially if you
(think you) have to shave.
But dying's no doddle either,
guys.

To leave this world
when you decide you've
had enough
is not the easy option
that you think it is.
Let me tell you
it's only for the bravest
of the brave.

Tuesday, 29 June 2010

The greatest curse

of communism
was that it strengthened capitalism.
Millions were sacrificed by the one;
millions continue to be killed
and maimed by the other.

Monday, 28 June 2010

Beauty

(inspired by Orhan Veli)

How beautiful the colour
of fresh green tea
is
in the morning
in the fresh air.
How beautiful
the fresh air
is.
How beautiful that tree.
How handsome and how
venerable the waiter
is.
How beautiful the tea.

Sunday, 27 June 2010

Every blithe attempt

by the millions of Irrational Optimists
to justify their doctrines
adds to the planet-sized grounds
for rational pessimism.

Friday, 25 June 2010

Pro Patria

(inspired by Orhan Veli)

Many died
Many more were maimed
Some gave speeches
None spoke out

Wednesday, 23 June 2010

Sexiness

(inspired by Orhan Veli)

Where
where is my sexiness ?

One of Satan's minions took it,
couldn't sell it,
couldn't even give it away -
so he threw it away.

O where O where
is my sexiness ?

Monday, 21 June 2010

Travelling

(inspired by Orhan Veli)

I have no intention of travelling.
I am happy in these gorgeous gorges
of the Aveyron.
But if I were to travel
I wouldn't go to Beijing,
La Paz or Mafeking.
One day you might think
you've seen me making
taking magic potions
somewhere beyond the seven oceans,
farther from here than eerie Pyongyang...

but I told you:
I have no intention of travelling.

Sunday, 20 June 2010

Homework

"I am a voluntary patient.
"I am a voluntary patient.
"I am a voluntary patient.
"I am a voluntary patient.
"I am a voluntary patient.
".. .. .. ............. ..........
"I am a voluntary patient
in this perfect ward."

Saturday, 19 June 2010

Our prejudices are foisted on us (chiefly by the press)

Most drug-dealers make less
than the minimum wage.
They trade for about 6 months
and live with their mothers.

Friday, 18 June 2010

Thursday, 17 June 2010

To be no longer

To be no shorter
A trice on a bicycle
An ape on an icicle
A sperm-aborter
An old shame-monger

Wednesday, 16 June 2010

From pilgrimage

to tourism

From prophets
to advisors

From hermits
to loners

From saints
to surgeons

From hatchetings
to holocausts

- We bathe in Progress ?


for Kalliope Amorphous

Monday, 14 June 2010

Christmas

decorations insult a tree
with the flim and sham
and flummery
we shroud ourselves in.

Saturday, 12 June 2010

I live

(as the Germans say)
'Like God in France'
- in France.
But
thank God
I'm not God.

Thursday, 10 June 2010

Wednesday, 9 June 2010

Monday, 7 June 2010

Sunday, 6 June 2010

We think the world

is full of what we know.
But it is filled with
what we'll never learn.

Saturday, 5 June 2010

The Destruction of America

White people spread
like disease through the world
their banners infected,
their meanness unfurled...

Friday, 4 June 2010

Where monotheism was imposed

(in Arabia and the Middle East)
the terrible results are now
reverberating.

Sow the patriarchal wind -
and reap the bloody,
world-destroying hurricane.

Thursday, 3 June 2010

Wednesday, 2 June 2010

Henry Ford

had to hire 900 mechanics
in order to find 100 who would
work on his toxic assembly-line.

Nine out of ten were real men
in those days. Now ninety-nine
out of a hundred are deodorised
wage-slaves - thanks to evil men
like Henry Ford.