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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Tuesday, 28 February 2017

My New Sweetie might seem to some like this:

























But in fact most of his teeth have been worn away by biting the bars of his "Shelter" cage,
He is a total softie who looks like this:

Astérix


























Click here for more photos.





Sunday, 26 February 2017

Outrageous Sexism!

Just think of all the (fake)
blood that has splattered
and gushed and oozed
through the fake world of films -
and none of it menstrual.

Saturday, 25 February 2017

Philosophy and Politics

are the two greatest sources
of obfuscation, confusion and ignorance,
while Economics (from capitalist
to Marxist) ensures
that most people remain enslaved
in one way or another.

Friday, 24 February 2017

False Spring or Climate-change ?

In bloom today
A cowslip
Self-heal
Celandines
A wild strawberry
An early plum or cherry
and many violets.

Yesterday's Nature-photo:

butterfly on a plane-tree,
Sanctuaire de Saint-Pierre-Livron, France.



Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Tuesday, 21 February 2017

The cheapest dye in olden times.

Yellow is the colour
of the piss-poor,
of pus
and the gorse-flower,
of the unpatriotic,
the craven
who cower -
and the burning
sun up in heaven.

Monday, 20 February 2017

Sunday, 19 February 2017

Suicide Postponed

Some years ago I decided
that if I had not killed myself by the age
of three-score years and ten,
I would do so when
I turned 75.
But now that life has become
so enjoyable, and ever more
surreal and funny
in this horribly mad world wherein I hide
(Caylus is so often sunny!),
I seem to have lost my sane desire for suicide.

Saturday, 18 February 2017

Alternative History

VACANCIES
  ROOMS TO LET

        No Brits
        No Cats
      No Whites

Friday, 17 February 2017

Once upon a time

there was this rich bitch
thought she was a princess
and she couldn't get to sleep
on the big thick goose-feather
mattress that rich white folks had
in cold olden times.  Her beautiful black
maid was set to find out why -
and discovered the bitch's pea-sized conscience
under the great fluffy heap.
Her servant had to swallow it
and turn into a beanstalk
so the bitch could get some sleep.

[from Fairy-Tales Deprettified, by A.Wolf]

Thursday, 16 February 2017

Beauty

of the kind that is 'skin deep'
inflames Beastliness.
Better to be "ugly"
like the handsome George Eliot.


Wednesday, 15 February 2017

Tuesday, 14 February 2017

Parents :

People from whom
it is easier to get forgiveness
than permission.

Monday, 13 February 2017

Victor, the famous "Wild boy of Aveyron"

(who had no name
and was found in the département of the Tarn),
Kaspar Hauser and Peter of Hannover
were all speechless, nameless,
and uninterested in money or sex.
Which statistically-insignificant sample
leads me nevertheless to think that
civilisation might be about money and sex.
(But I am prejudiced.)

Sunday, 12 February 2017

The Irish Elk























is - of course - now extinct.

[photo of sculpture in County Down by Bearz]




Saturday, 11 February 2017

After the Fall of the Rebel Angels.

With Satan gone
God got frustrated
eventually went blind
from dribbling out the Milky Way
- and now he's lost
the spiral nebula which was his mind.

Friday, 10 February 2017

I'd like to write

poems so beautiful
the world would smile and weep
before returning to its very troubled sleep.

Thursday, 9 February 2017

In winter-time

I'm Mr White
(with beard to match)
In Spring I'm Mr Green
In Summer I'm Sir A. Fairweather
In Autumn I'm Mr Goldman
And when I venture into town
in Winter I am Mr Brown.

Wednesday, 8 February 2017

Rules are for fools

- and those unspoken
should be broken
judiciously
with exquisite tools.

Tuesday, 7 February 2017

Monday, 6 February 2017

Sunday, 5 February 2017

On Taking Offence

"Just be careful," writes Jindra.
"On this planet calling someone intelligent can be offensive."
Actually...in the US and the UK
"intellectual" is a serious insult.* 
I love being insulted.

*(perhaps based on the record of totalitarian thinkers like Noam Chomsky)

Friday, 3 February 2017

If you're feeling lonely or sad, read this.

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The Loneliest Whale in the World.

In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world.
Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends.
She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang.
She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one.
Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each.
But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale.
It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz.
You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her.
Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored.
And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated,
her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect
with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.

from tumblr

I think there may be too much 'empathy' in the above. 
How can we judge a whale's emotions when we can't judge each other's ?
She may be feeling serene, and her cries may not be 'desperate'...
She may be feeling merely confused - like many mammals may be feeling much of the time.



Thursday, 2 February 2017

Fallaces

sunt rerum species.

Seneca seems to have been the first to write that Appearances are deceptive.
He also wrote:
Non scholae sed vitae discimus - Education should be for life, not for exams.
and:
Otium sine litteris mors est et hominis vivi sepultura - Leisure without literature (and letter-writing) is a living death.


Wednesday, 1 February 2017

Parkour

is not deemed to be a Sport
because it is non-competitive.
It is fun.
Competitiveness destroys fun.
Fun involves play.
Play has been destroyed by Sport.