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, 31 March 2018

1984 has been and gone

and The Blessèd George O.
would be horrified at the
(albeit superficial and crass)
powers of the Unsubtle Algo.

Friday, 30 March 2018

In "Aspects of the Novel"

E.M. Forster wrote:

In daily life we never really understand each other,
neither complete clairvoyance nor complete confessional exists.
We know each other approximately, by external signs,

and these serve well enough as a basis for society
and even for intimacy.

Well...no, Maurice.  It is obvious to any reader
or writer of novels that they do not serve well enough.

Thursday, 29 March 2018

Who dunnit ?


To: Anthony Weir
Subject: Holy Hair

A while ago I found a small plastic zipper-bag on the floor of the car I am driving.
When I picked it up I read Lama Yeshe Hair.
There are a few hairs in it.
Nobody could tell me who put them there.
He was one of the founders of the Monastery.
"Sponsor a Puja !"

In my Monstery of One I sport a wholly-holy beard
- and a highly-holy tongue..



Why is Israel considered to be in Europe, while Albania and Turkey aren't ?

This is the European Meteorological Warning map
with text in Basque. The brief text can also appear
in most national languages, but not in Turkish,
Albanian, Maltese - or Catalan.
You will see that Albania is grey, like Turkey and Lebanon,
yet Israel is featured, as is a Hebrew text.
As an Albanophile I am vexed.


Wednesday, 28 March 2018

What is it about Korea ?

The cruelly-competitive turbo-capitalist South
where children don't get time to sleep, much less play,
and the truly terrible totalitarian North
where children don't get enough to eat,
especially in the Correction Camps.

Note that North Korea has a border with Russia not far from Vladivostok.

Tuesday, 27 March 2018

The Apostrophe Problem - in Kazakhstan.

We Anglophones are lucky that we have to deal only
with little matters, such as theirs vs there's,
its vs it's, dog's vs dogs, man's vs mans and Trump's vs trumps
(not to mention CDs vs CD's)
but the poor old Kazakhs are facing the fourth change in their alphabet,
which will use Latin letters (as in Uzbek) plus
apostrophes to represent sounds not accounted for
in the lame 26-letter Latin alphabet.
O' is thus pronounced differently from O,
and G' pronounced differently from G.
So a four-letter word could have two or three apostrophes.

Kazakhstan has about 15 different ethnic groups
and several languages, not all of them Turkic.
In the east of the country, as in the neighouring part of China
an adapted Arabic script is still employed
(as it was from around 1200 to 1929).
Kazakh was first written in runes.

Wikipedia's Kazakh entries are in Cyrillic:
Қазақ әліпбиі
which came into effect in 1940
after 11 years of a Turko-Latin alphabet
with which Stalin replaced the 'unwieldy' Arabic in 1929.












I can find no text on Google in the new script,
except for the national anthem here.

Sunday, 25 March 2018

Swiss landscape:

Crows near Berne,
photographed by Andreas Gerber.



I think I know how

Jehovah/Yahwe/God felt
when he had Those Two in His Over-controlled Garden.
My rescue-dog knows he's in Paradise
and (short of shouting and violence)
there's no way I could stop him
eating the apple-core
on the floor
(if I actually wanted to).



Saturday, 24 March 2018

Street Art

There is a Frenchman called
Pierre-Benoît Dumont
who stencils images on building all over Europe
and signs himself Artiste-Ouvrier .

This is one of his finest pieces,
after a painting by the great Gustave Caillebotte.



Friday, 23 March 2018

Kremlin Statement


“Our government is working hard
so that the People of Russia will be healthy and happy.
List of the People attached.”



I love this kind of humour.  
It is starting to appear in the USA
...where ‘news’ is pronounced ‘noose’…

Thursday, 22 March 2018

Cocaine

is a very stable substance.
It is present not only on banknotes
and on menswear in Mayfair,
but also in rivers passing big cities
- and even in Milanese air.

Wednesday, 21 March 2018

Becoming a smelly old man

is an excellent way
of keeping people at a distance
- but not other smelly old men,
nor dogs.


Tuesday, 20 March 2018

The English

have been in Ireland
since the end of the 12th century
and still they cannot spell
an Irish name or word pronounced to them,
nor pronounce one written down.

Go figure!

Monday, 19 March 2018

Who, or why, or which, or what, is the Akond of SWAT ?

asked Edward Lear (here).
Well, delightful old man,
it is a remote and rocky part of Pakistan,
home to many Taliban,
who are not and never will be the acme of calm.

The Wāli of Swat (Urdu: والی سوات) was the official title of the leader (wāli) of the erstwhile princely state of Swat and also the nomenclature of the dynasty that ruled there from 1926 to 1969. The earlier titles of rulers in this area were 'Akhund', 'Khan', etc.
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Sunday, 18 March 2018

'The banality of Evil'

is the banality of civilisation
which renews itself
through slaughter.

Saturday, 17 March 2018

The terrible problem

for us all, well-fed or starving,
is that there is no frontier
between good and evil.
One bleeds into the other
like dyes in a washed rug.

Friday, 16 March 2018

The 'true outsider',

a little wild,
not a little bewildered,
is only the only conscience
(beyond, beyond, beyond all consolation)
in the wilderness of the Group.
But are there any true Outsiders
of conscience ?

Thursday, 15 March 2018

In my little paradise

there is, of course,
close by,
a territorial army camp
with bomb-practice range.
And, in the 14th century cellar,
quite a lot of damp.

Wednesday, 14 March 2018

The algorithms are correct.

We are nothing more than consumers
(of caviar, clothing, aggression, injustice,
parenthood, bureaucracy, bombs, our own dissatisfaction...).
Self-worth, purpose, dignity, integrity
(and so on) are merely fantasy.

Tuesday, 13 March 2018

A Bad Poem.

Sexual urges
make idiots
of us all -
and, in the case of millions of men,
sociopathic scourges.

Monday, 12 March 2018

Sunday, 11 March 2018

Very Worrying

for my generation :
Waiting for Godot
is now on syllabuses
(and presumably much-loathed)
for teenage education.

Saturday, 10 March 2018

The World

is a multi-dimensional
Theatre of the Absurd

and, excluding humans,
the wonderfully absurd.

Friday, 9 March 2018

Crocus and Rescued Butterfly : still-life.

I found this butterfly today
sitting on the green roller-towel in the kitchen,
and carefully transported it (in a wineglass) to the balcony.
After about five minutes it flew away.
There were a few little spots on the upperside of its wings.


Nothing

is infinitely small
and/nor
infinitely large.

Thursday, 8 March 2018

Evil, like Love

is (you might think)
a fuzzy fantasy-word
whose vagueness can
be invoked and applied
to anything we wish
to denounce and decry.
I disagree.
It is specific, indentifiable
and even quantifiable,
the holy cornerstone
of civilisation :
uncontrolled, banal and terrible
human testosterone.

Wednesday, 7 March 2018

from The Times of London.

"Ireland : North and South move to map out border crossings for Brexit.

"Dublin and Belfast are working together to list and publish for the first time
the hundreds of border crossings between the island's two jurisdictions"
- of which there are more than the total number of land-border crossings into the European Union from the East, South-east and North-north-west.
Some of them are no more than muddy lanes.

We civilised beings

imagine we're ermine,
not vermin.
But ermine are vermin.

Tuesday, 6 March 2018

We magic beings

can turn anything into religion -
food, fame, the work-ethic,
making money, civil rights,
hygiene, education, vegetarianism...

I guess I have made idleness
my religion - or, as many would view it,
work-shy anti-religion.

Monday, 5 March 2018

Rather than leaving the past behind,

our bizarre civilisation*
is charging backwards into
a hypothetical, hypocritical future.

[* all civilisations are bizarre, of course]

Sunday, 4 March 2018

I am happy. I am happy to report that

Spring has arrived here in SW France.
Almond and wild plum-trees are in bloom;
violets, scillas, celandines & lungwort underneath them.

Brer Rabbit etc.

The Uncle Remus, Little Black Sambo and Epaminondas stories
entranced me when I was little (in 1940s Northern Ireland)
and made me (ever since) want (futilely) to have a sweet black skin.

I have just read that many Americans consider the stories
(told by Uncle Remus to a little 'white' boy)
about Brer Rabbit, Brer Fox and others to be Racist.
But it is obvious to any child that Brer Rabbit is a trickster figure
(one amongst many in all continents) and, to an older person,
that the Uncle Remus stories were subtly seditious - and should not
have been removed from Public Library shelves
by totalitarian 'Liberals' - despite such advertisements as this:

http://www.wrensnest.org/everything-youve-heard-about-uncle-remus-is-wrong-part-1/

Saturday, 3 March 2018

In Days of Yore -

and until quite recently - excess
in human behaviour was highly noticeable.
But now excessive and conspicuous consumption
is practised invisibly even by the relatively poor
in certain countries, who live lives of comfort
unimaginable to Roman emperors.

Friday, 2 March 2018

No human desire

can be deemed unnatural,
since we, a late and mere part of Nature,
are the descendants of millions of freaks.

Thursday, 1 March 2018

The Odour Deficit.

Europe's towns and cities have little that is olfactory left.

When I was young I passed through smells
from East Belfast to city centre:
undertones of filthy Connswater close to
the bread-and-biscuit-factory;
then ropeworks, abattoir and docks
where pissing calves were shipped to Scotland;
finally an odour-symphony
emanating in heady, rich, delicious waves
from Murray's tobacco-factory,
where Erinmore, smoked in thoughtful pipes across the world,
was carefully composed.

Now the only smells are poor and localised:
air-fresheners, deodorants and after-shaves.