Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Wednesday 27 August 2014

Once, long before I became holosensual,

I groped the great  Colin Turnbull
in an anthropologist-friend's
London flat.  He kindly brushed
my timid hand away. I should have known,
after going with him to nearby
Roman-style marbled, Victorian Turkish Baths,
that I would not be able to stand the African heat,
not even in the rain forest, where I met 'Pygmies'
but, sadly, only, briefly.

[more on Turkish Baths]
[Turkish Baths for the Working Classes in Ireland

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