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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Sunday, 30 September 2012

Insad.

Beyond insight
is insadfulness
that doctors and other
fools might call
depression,
but is really the ineluctable
sense of oppression
that comes with
outsightful consciousness.

A long way to come for nothing.

Struggling upwards into Time
and ever-downwards to Tradition,
breeding, feeding, breeding,
speeding our stupid species to perdition.

Saturday, 29 September 2012

The March of Time


To my mind

RESPECTED
is the most insulting
adjective describing anyone.

I can't decide whether FECUND
or DISTINGUISHED
should come second.

What an unbelievable species!

Man:
the laughing animal, the aggrieved animal,
the complaining animal, the vengeful animal,
the weeping animal, the jeering animal,
the destroying animal, the triumphant animal
the poetic animal, the deranged animal,
the interfering and meddlesome animal,
the addictive, the life-denying,
the antibiotic animal, the cruel animal,
the only animal to make war on itself
(and in more ways than one)...

[add your own lines here]

but above all, the bored, the jaded animal
battered into social and moral passivity
which cannot transcend its boredom
but only feed it through crude hyperactivity.

Friday, 28 September 2012

"Would it not be better to live

in abeyance 
than be involved in all the mischief
and misjudgements produced by
human delusions ?"

- Michel de Montaigne

Vaut-il pas mieux demeurer en suspens que de s'infrasquer
en tant d'erreurs que l'humaine fantaisie a produites ?

Agenda Suicide

click title to play...
     (I think this great video is better with the sound OFF.)

The Foundation of the Family

 
adapted from an image on Phallus&Art

The Evening Entertainment

Harassed also by my own intelligence,
I cannot decide :
   - the Shoplifters Anonymous
   meeting
   - or the Greeting
   Party
   for Asexual Pride ?

Thursday, 27 September 2012

The not-so-hidden agenda

behind capitalist and socialist
Scientific Endeavour
is to make us immortal,
disease-free,
hence able to work forever
on Mars or Alpha Centauri.

In that eventuality
most people might be engaged
in the prevention of mass-suicide
by the desperate, enraged.

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Civilisation cannot exist

without self-justification.
Stories defuse reality.

And so narrative was invented.

Imagine the sheer liberty
of life without narrative!

after Dashiell Snow

(Untitled, 2007. Collage on wood. Title added by this blogger.)

Monday, 24 September 2012

I know that this sort of thing happens

throughout history, but
I do not understand why those Americans
who have a lovely colour to their skin
have taken to their beautiful bosoms
the sick religion of their oppressors -
thus enslaving their successors.

Millions of women

welcome
pregnancy
after pregnancy
 - to lessen,
or even stop
the beatings.

Sunday, 23 September 2012

Is this a dagger ?

Portable
and user-friendly
(if only to me)
- my willy.

The worst reason

for not committing suicide
is 'Consideration For Others'
who might be encouraged
to seek their own, legitimate
release.

Wednesday, 19 September 2012

A poem which is only a title might still be

a poem.

A God-forsaken place

is the next most beautiful
place to a Man-forsaken place
which is the next most
beautiful place to the place
where Man has been
and flourished,
but has loved, respected, kissed
and cherished.

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

I cannot say why

this is one of the best short poems
I have ever read - or smelt.
It beats a lot of great haikai,
and even Saint Emily.
It's by Richard Brautigan
and I know exactly how he felt.


 

December 30

At 1:30 in the morning a fart
smells like a marriage between
an avocado and a fish head.

I have to get out of bed
to write this down without
my glasses on.

The horrible thing about humans

is that we are more alike
than different.

"A foul mouth is so ill matched with a white beard..."

"A gap-toothed and hoary-headed ape."

Sunday, 16 September 2012

A rarely-asked question.

Just how much difference
do 'free elections' make
when politicians, press, police
and banks are all corrupt
when not actually criminal ?

The only thing that matters
is that governments can fall,
and that elections must be called.
Beyond that, it's Tweedledum
and Tweedledee - and a strong
and incorruptible judiciary.

But Hitler came to power quite legally.

No wrinkles:

no personality.
Don't even think
about sagacity.

Saturday, 15 September 2012

The Work Ethic spares no-one.


Soon there'll be bionic dogs.
Maybe even rats...

And I learned the other day
that we have ten times more bacterial cells
than human cells in our bodies.

The wise are not necessarily pleasant

or patient.  According to Timothy Mo,
the patience of the saint
is as short as the life-expectancy
of the jihadi martyr.
And we are only the living.

Friday, 14 September 2012

There's not a lot of Platonic Space

for those who seek a life of grace.
Only some rich
and some outcasts
can - but rarely do.
Most of us just grovel
and muddle through.
 

(adapted from a blog by Jindra)

Thursday, 13 September 2012

Letter to Hollywood directors, producers...

(1934)
Dear Sir:

I like words. I like fat buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude, glutinous, toady. I like solemn, angular, creaky words, such as straitlaced, cantankerous, pecunious, valedictory. 
I like spurious, black-is-white words, such as mortician, liquidate, tonsorial, demi-monde. 

I like suave "V" words, such as Svengali, svelte, bravura, verve. I like crunchy, brittle, crackly words, such as splinter, grapple, jostle, crusty. 
I like sullen, crabbed, scowling words, such as skulk, glower, scabby, churl. 

I like Oh-Heavens, my-gracious, land's-sake words, such as tricksy, tucker, genteel, horrid. 
I like elegant, flowery words, such as estivate, peregrinate, elysium, halcyon. I like wormy, squirmy, mealy words, such as crawl, blubber, squeal, drip. I like sniggly, chuckling words, such as cowlick, gurgle, bubble and burp.

I like the word screenwriter better than copywriter, so I decided to quit my job in a New York advertising agency and try my luck in Hollywood, but before taking the plunge I went to Europe for a year of study, contemplation and horsing around.

I have just returned and I still like words.

May I have a few with you?
Robert Pirosh
385 Madison Avenue
Room 610
New York
Eldorado 5-6024


[reblogged from  lettersofnote.com]
for another wonderful letter, click here.                

It finally occurred to me

on the eve of my 71st
birthday, that people
more and more prefer
false relationships
to real ones 
(friendship, marriage,
cohabitation)
- which, consequently,
become more difficult
as we become less capable
of adaptation

'Only in America'

where nothing is long-lasting
could there be a fad
for 'mirror-fasting'.

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

"A maker of condoms purported to be from the town of Condom

in southwestern France has been ordered to pay 10,000 euros ($12,600) for false advertising
after the provenance of its prophylactics was found to be Malaysia..."

Condom d’Armagnac in the département of the Gers
is, notoriously, on the river Baise - which now also means ‘fuck’.  


But the verb ‘baiser’ still also keeps – albeit residually - 
its old sense of ‘kiss’.  Which tells us a lot
about some men’s attitude to, and confusion about,
the relationship between affection and sex.

‘Le baiser de la Fée’ (a ballet by Stravinsky)
means ‘The Fairy’s Kiss’.  
But ‘Je veux te baiser’ means ‘I want to fuck you’.

The usual current French word for ‘to kiss’ is ‘embrasser’ 
which originally mean ‘to hug’.  
This has pressed into service the rather awkward
‘serrer dans les bras’ (hold in one’s arms) 
or difficult-to-pronounce ‘étreindre’  for ‘to hug’.
Recently, the English noun (but not the verb) ‘hug’ has started to appear in French.

The baby-word 'bisous' is often used, but, more formally, ‘Je t’embrasse’ at the end of a French letter is equivalent to ‘xxx’ (or ‘kisses’).  
‘French letter’ is an obsolescent-to-obsolete  term in English 
 (along with ‘johnny’)  for condom’…

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From the greeting-card rack


Marx was not a Marxist

Jung declined to be a Jungian
- and 'Christ'
was indubitably
not a Christian.

"Coca-Cola

is the nearest thing
to capitalism in a bottle," 
said Tom Standage, author of
A History of the World in Six Glasses,
on the day the company resumed the sale
of its sickly quininey liquid
to Burma/Myanmar.

I tasted it two or three times in my life. 
It didn't get any better.
I'll just nip out now
and smash a couple of crates of the stuff
in the middle of the road,
as legitimate, futile philosophical protest.

Monday, 10 September 2012

The brave

have bravely trashed the planet.
Cowards are almost blameless.

She's wrong, of course.

 

Her even-more-complicated insides
will cause her continuing grief and pain
from which his add-on will protect him.

(with apology to Jindra)

Islamist -

a peculiar and loaded word
coined by Americanists.

Sunday, 9 September 2012

The most beautiful thing about the world-wide web

is that it (along with its secret intelligence counterpart)
could disappear forever, overnight.
Can you imagine the world-wide fright ?

The peculiar Dr Freud

said that shit meant money.
Money is shit,
say the filthy rich
from their palatial sewer.
And a means to power.

Saturday, 8 September 2012

Friday, 7 September 2012

Esprit de l'Escalier

Two things I could have said to the Airport Security martinet:
"Stalin's servants had no sense of humour, either."

And in reply to her mendacious "We do this for your safety.":
"My father died in WW2 for a future generation of SS hopefuls like you."

It was probably good that I did not say either of those things,
for against 'Security' people
inflated by their mere replaceability,
one cannot win.

What does it mean "to win"

by one hundredth of a second
- especially if you're paraplegic ?

Thursday, 6 September 2012

A big English soccer-business


has for its 'anthem'
'You'll never walk alone'.
It might more appropriately be
the theme-song of the KGB (now FSB) ?

See how superior we are to other animals.


Baby Sharks, pickled for home decoration - $13.99 each.

How revealing

that an 'after-shave' concoction
of chemicals, called Lynx
in Europe, is called Axe
in North America...

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Hundreds fled

Northern Ireland because
they were threatened by thugs.
But few could flee
the ghoulish glee
with which English, American
and French reporters -
for their various strategic
and dishonourable reasons -
made it seem a worse place
than Corsica, Honduras, Algeria,
Afghanistan, et cetera.
And it was easier to get to,
required much less gear
than the genocidal conflicts of eastern Zaïre.

Monday, 3 September 2012

The problem of tolerance.

The intolerant
should not be tolerated :
they should be muzzled
and continually berated.

It is utterly dispiriting

- even if quite logical -
that people who control people
have long been more important
than people who feed people.

Saturday, 1 September 2012

The motto

of the pharmaceutical
corporation
who manufactured
and marketed thalidomide
is
Success at all costs!

Politicians

misrepresent people.
Journalists
misrepresent the world.

Lexicology

The word yuppie
has gone out of fashion
completely.
This is because
yuppies (who should have
been called grullies)
took over the world
as greedy bullies.