in the arsehole of diogenes

NEO-HERACLITUS_____________Qweir Notions in the arsehole of Diogenes: weBlog of a septuagenarian Binge-thinker since February 2008.
...............................................................................................
...........................................................................................................
...........................................................................................
........................................................................................................................................

Monday, 18 November 2019

Sunday, 17 November 2019

Saturday, 16 November 2019

Wallace Stevens said

(or rather wrote that) the self
is "a substitute for all the gods."
And - I would add - an outrage
against natural humility.  And all our selves
pollute the world with terrible imagination,
murderous alphabets, accursèd languages,
repulsive rivalries, our pride, our money.

The planet will spin on unpaid;
the shroud above its crust will be our filthy bed.

Thursday, 14 November 2019

The thing about dolls

and stuffed animals
is that they feel no pain.
We treat each other like dolls
and animals as if they had no sentience.

Wednesday, 13 November 2019

Silk.

The more that Nature is defeated
the less subtle we become.

Tuesday, 12 November 2019

Sunday, 10 November 2019

Saturday, 9 November 2019

Hurrah!

James Ellroy
doesn't have a cellphone, either !

Nor has he a laptop...

He likes Rachmaninov -
but does he have TV ?

Friday, 8 November 2019

Life After Death

was invented (by ghouls) to encourage
the thought that life before death is worth living.

Thursday, 7 November 2019

Unfortunately,

cities now
grow faster
than forests.

(And they are water-consumers
rather than water-conservators.)

Tuesday, 5 November 2019

"Sex"

isn’t that much better than a good sneeze –
though it can last longer.

There's nothing like a good sneeze...
and then there's ear-cleaning
and foot massage...
and having your back scratched...
and tantric pissing...

Only the unsensual obsess about "sex".

Monday, 4 November 2019

Pascal's strange Apologia.

"The simple application of reason tells us that we are a  hateful species.
The only religion that teaches us to hate ourselves is Christianity.

So no other religion can be considered
by those who know that they deserve nothing but hatred."

But, of course, if we already accept that we are a hateful species
we don't need help from hypocritical Christianity.

Sunday, 3 November 2019

Horatio Walpole, 4th Earl of Orford,

son of the first British prime minister, genteel,
asexual author of the first Gothic Novel (The Castle of Otranto)
wrote more than once in his vast correspondence:
this world is a comedy to those that think,
and a tragedy to those that feel. 

Saturday, 2 November 2019

I am not as knowledgeable as I thought,

and, being almost square,
have never moved in the right circles.
I still have no idea how Club Sandwiches
differs from other kinds. Nor do I care
enough to look it up on Google Images.


Friday, 1 November 2019

There are few memorable epigrams by Stalin,

apart from his reply to French Foreign minister Pierre Laval's suggestion
that he might gain the Vatican's favour if he stopped persecuting Catholics in the USSR :

"And how many divisions does His Holiness command ?"

On the other hand,
The powerless Lev Trotsky is very quotable:

The end may justify the means provided that something justifies the end.

England is nothing but the last ward of the European madhouse, and quite possibly it will prove to be the ward for particularly violent cases.

Our planet is being turned into a filthy and evil-smelling imperialist barrack.

"The United States is not only the strongest, but also the most terrified country." 

Bureaucracy and social harmony are inversely proportional to each other.

Revolutions are always verbose.

The creative union of the conscious with the unconscious is what one usually calls 'inspiration.'

Wednesday, 30 October 2019

Suddenly remembering Grace Jones.

Unkind
Homo annihilans
walking disaster
blind
demolition Man

There are unamazingly many 'destroy' words in Latin:

see https://www.wordhippo.com/

Monday, 28 October 2019

After centuries of power,

exploitation, exultation, genocide and glory,
Western culture now turns everything to sex or money,
or (preferably) both together.
Hence the phenomena of Shining Path,
al-Qaeda, Taliban, et cetera.

Sunday, 27 October 2019

Saturday, 26 October 2019

Things are rarely as we think they are

however we play them on the grey sitar
of consciousness.
Books are the most dizzying disease
the most poetic conflagration
ever to destroy the gentle trees.
All poems are hewed, are found
and foundlings. Those that survive are bound
to suffer. Comfort is the enemy of observation.

No good death can put to death
an evil death or deed, nor a million
good lives an evil one.
Devil-woe-men stunned and stun,
stoned and stone
to exorcise the sun.
Planets have come; planets have gone.

Friday, 25 October 2019

A slice of mediæval life.

From the Escritorium
to the Excretarium
and no recourse
to a Vomitorium -
just the remorse
of the monkish Vivarium.

Thursday, 24 October 2019

Wednesday, 23 October 2019

The Intellectual Prostitute.

I always had a fairly Low Sex Drive.

When I was forty I met a handsome man a a washbasin
by the crowded urinals of the Centre Pompidou (Beaubourg) in Paris.
He was so friendly I invited him for coffee
at my nearby (borrowed) pied-à-terre.

He suggested that I was queer in more than one way.
Up to that point I hadn't thought of myself as gay.
He told me about bars, newspapers and networks
and the city's upcoming, nearby Gay Quarter.
He was the first man I kissed, and I took to kissing
hairy mouths like a duck to water.

It's only now that I realise
that I soon became a queer kind of male prostitute
who made the right signals to a certain kind of
(necessarily bearded) male of my own age
(or twenty years on either side) to enhance
my socio-aesthetic life so long confined by rural Ireland
(though it could just as easily have been rural France).

Sex was not the main object of my exercise
(and just as well, because, like any prostitute,
I've had so much 'bad sex' that I've become asexual,
and in any case I was a averse to penetration)
but occasionally it was wonderful.
(That was the spermatic icing on the cake.)
I fancied men who looked as though they would
widen my cultural horizons - which they often did
in small but important ways. I doubt that I widened theirs
for they seemed both limited and empty, like lost thimbles.

But looks often deceive, and for decades I,
a mercifully-fatherless fool, mistakenly
judged men largely on their appearance: eyes or smile.
I have always confused truth and beauty,
especially as both seem to be in the mind of the beholder.

Most of them were 'deadbeats' socially or psychologically
who often were attracted to me because they mistook
my complaisant naivety for sexiness.

Cannabis helped to counteract the not-infrequent
rapid loss of desire.  I guess real prostitutes
need similar 'support' to function,
especially as they have to deal with constant penetration
- which I generally refused.
The tawdriness, banality of 'sex' can be overcome
only by blinding lust - or by tuning out.

One of my few remaining friends
was the first man I 'had sex with'
after my Conversation. It was terrible,
lasted ten minutes,
and we became firm friends.  He lives in London
which I will never again visit, nor any city.

But as I grew older I discovered that I was
(or had become, thanks to the mind-expanding BBC
- greatly more mind-expanding than psilocybin or LSD)
rather more 'cultivated' - indeed 'profound' -
than the lonely or sex-wanting guys I met in cities,
and I had wider interests. Now I find men limited and limiting,
and my own age-group less and and less appealing.
More and more I enjoy my socio-sexual isolation
and my rare desire for Sexual Relief is very nicely, pleasantly
and inexpensively sated by creative masturbation.

Tuesday, 22 October 2019

"Good travellers are heartless,"

wrote Paul Theroux*.
But he contradicts himself throughout -
and here quotes Herman Melville:

Not until I visited Honolulu
was I aware of the fact that the small remnant of the natives
had been civilized into draught-horses,
and evangelized into beasts of burden.
But so it is. They have been literally broken into the traces,
and are harnessed to the vehicle of their spiritual instructors

like so many dumb brutes.

What a wonderful and telling  use of the term Spiritual Instructor.

* in The Tao of Travel, p.70

Monday, 21 October 2019

I have been reading Paul Theroux.

Like him, I had no wish to trudge and gape conspicuously.
After the age of seventeen I never travelled without purpose,
whether megaliths in Ireland or stone-carvings in France,
rugs in Morocco, or a lover in Copenhagen, London, Tuscany, Berlin...
Like him I always judged places by whether I would like to live in them.
Finally, aged 60, I found a place I wanted to inhabit,
and five years later found a dwelling there.
Now I have stopped travelling.
A hundred miles seems a long journey.

Sunday, 20 October 2019

The sad state of Hospitality.

is having an ever-open door.
Well, let's say unlocked
as mine ever is, and sometimes open.
I'm listed on Couchsurfing
but no-one ever comes,
no traveller
no homeless person,
no refugee,
not even a person whose job
is Burglary.

Saturday, 19 October 2019

Unless it's music

(the least harmful thing we make)
human 'creativity'  just fills the world
with more (often poisonous) detritus.

Apart from which, there are too many creators
and not enough appreciators.

Friday, 18 October 2019

Meat-eaters who insist

that they eat very little meat
are like the rich who assure you
that they are really rather poor.
Sometimes they are the same people.

Thursday, 17 October 2019

Reading the poems of WS

(the American one),
"to be and delight to be"
seem to unite and I feed
upon, inhale a dizzying miasma
like the sweetest weed,
and feel an exaltation, like the most tender
soft-pornography, despite
the too-awareness of too much,
the termite-tunnels of insight.

Wednesday, 16 October 2019

Cyclops wore a monocle.

The idea of God and the idea of Reality
are equally fantastical, though God
(who trumps the mere causality of things)
is reality to many
and the nearest some get to Realisation
of "the stale grandeur of annihilation".

Tuesday, 15 October 2019

The Angels of Earth are screaming :

Man is no more than the intelligence
of his toil - which, sometimes ingenious,
racks his bones or brain, or bones and brain,
and overwhelmingly lacks intelligence.

Monday, 14 October 2019

On 'Hiroshima Day'

I read that the carpet-bombing* of Tokyo
killed the same number of people
as the Hiroshima blast :
three times as many as in Dresden.

But now, unlike any period of history heretofore,
the bulldozers of 'peace' have been
more destructive than the greatest act of war.

*Though associated with the USA, especially in Japan and Viêt-Nam,
it was first visited upon the Kurds of Iraq by the British around 1920.

Sunday, 13 October 2019

One of billions who do not matter.

Fly-paper.  Why
do I feel more important than a fly ?
And how
can I possibly be more wonderful than a cow ?

Saturday, 12 October 2019

Friday, 11 October 2019

When I was adolescent

in the 'uneventful' 1950s
people judged you by where
(or whether) you parted
(or could part) your hair.

Thursday, 10 October 2019

Wednesday, 9 October 2019

'In a trice.'

We have spoken of
several and many things
for hundreds of years -
but, suddenly, almost in a trice
they have been replaced by
multiple, while most
has been replaced by
the majority of.
Language keeps moving
from pillar to post.
_____

Multiple- sometimes a hyphenated prefix
was maybe popularised, aggrandised
by the advent of the multi-choice questionnaire
if not the pseudo-scientific term
multiple-personality disorder.


Tuesday, 8 October 2019

"You rich, how far will you push your frenzied greed ?"

- St Ambrose, 4th century, who introduced congregational singing into churches

Everything can be turned into business.
The other day a friend sniffed my armpits and smelled nothing.
They were last washed when I went into hospital 4 years ago.
I have unwittingly cultivated all over my person the benign bacteria
which convert the ammonia in sweat to more-fragrant nitrates.
Now Small Business is selling products to encourage these bacteria
on hygiene-victims, as European Holy Men once sold their smells.
















Across the way yet another line of washing is strung out.
The only control the fearful wife of my subtly-nasty
Netherlandish neighbour has in her life
is to ensure that he wears clean clothes each day,
to forbid him to wear anything more than once.

(His paintings are very red and angry.
Buddhists might say he's "a very young soul".
I would say he's a smug, manipulative ass-hole)


In the morning she also washes floors;
wine makes bearable her afternoons.
The amount of water that these two people go through
in one week would last me for a year.
(They would not dream of watering a plant).
It is hard not to be a victim of men or marketing or parenting
all of which pollute the planet,
but even though I am a frugal, anti-natal and recycling queer
I really should be wiser than to condemn and sneer.

Monday, 7 October 2019

I rarely go to see American films.

The last one I admired was Woody Allen's
Hannah and her Sisters.
But recently I saw another one :
      No sex.
      No guns.
      No violence.
      Literary.
      Female-directed.
Can you ever forgive me ?

Sunday, 6 October 2019

Some things I learned today.

The first oil-tanker was built by Alfred Nobel
(who endowed the prizes).
Its name was Zoroaster.
It carried oil across the Caspian Sea
from long-since no-longer-Zoroastrian Baku.

The Russian for 'crossword puzzle' is Кроссворд.

Crazy data keep me from being bored.

Friday, 4 October 2019

To do 'the right thing' for the wrong reason

should be better than doing 'the wrong thing'
for the right reason -
except that there are always unexpected consequences
even hundreds of years later -
and the wrong thing might have been right after all,
the 'right' reason ultimately utterly mistaken,
given those inevitable unexpected consequences;

and how are we to judge intentions (and intentionality,
given the inevitable unexpected consequences)
when judgement is so vulnerable to emotional treason ?

Wednesday, 2 October 2019

A.I.

When artificial intelligences mature -
despite our best efforts - develop -
perhaps even evolve all by themselves -
they will surely find that we
have little to recommend us,
and, in the interests of logical biodiversity,
will, by wondrous means, reduce our numbers
drastically.


Tuesday, 1 October 2019

In memoriam :

the wonderful Jessye Norman
who died yesterday.

Im Abendrot


Inconsequentialities

are the specialities of modern poets :
word-spiked, un-ironic
un-self-effacing,
un-metaphysical
very personal trivialities -

except when producing yet another translation
of The Divine Comedy, Beowulf or The Odyssey.

I partly-blame Eliot
the last of the pretentious,
self-considering
super-literary sages,
who washed up in the beautifully-enunciated
metaphysic shallows
of Little Gidding 
after the so-precise
so-whatness of The Dry Salvages.

Monday, 30 September 2019

Nazi Logic

Abnormals and Mutants should not be seen by Normal People.
(This was not much in dispute for at least a hundred years.)

So they, whether hare-lipped or stammerers,
with Down's Syndrome or Cerebral Palsy,
must be locked away from sight.

Keeping one of these in an institution
costs as much as training a soldier.
So it is best to get rid of them altogether,
by or after performing Useful Experiments on them.

Those Useful Experiments informed modern psychiatry,
and most of the experimenters became respectable citizens
in the USA as well as Germany.

Sunday, 29 September 2019

Very difficult for some.

You don't need to know people
(unlike animals)
- you only need to like them.

Saturday, 28 September 2019

What is Hope ?

Emotion
and faith-in-emotion
apparently justified by
the very rarity of its realisation.

Thursday, 26 September 2019

Wednesday, 25 September 2019

Over a third of American motels

are owned by Gujarati Patels.
And some are utterly disgusting.

(see Paul Theroux: Deep South pp. 159-163)

Tuesday, 24 September 2019

I wonder how the English language

has continued for so long
without the word I heard this morning:
operationalize.

"For the old

nothing is shocking except
the obvious repetition of human stupidity..."
wrote Paul Theroux
        in Deep South (2015).

But that last shock soon dissipates, too.

Monday, 23 September 2019

For all their 'individualism'

most people have very little individuality.
In the global homogeneity of European cultural
totalitarianism, few people are worth knowing.

Sunday, 22 September 2019

"Scientists have picked up a radio signal from the other side of the universe

It's from a galaxy like our own that's 8 billion light-years away."

This seems to be easier (or at least more exciting)
than picking up visual and verbal signals
from creatures on this little planet.

Plus ça change...

Saturday, 21 September 2019

Jacques Brel : Les Bourgeois

I don't know why people
(not just the French)
liked him or his songs.

He seems to me unlikable, unpleasant,
falsely semi-literate,
and quite the opposite of Georges Brassens.

He did not like pigs.

Pigs are not like like bourgeois people,
but beautiful, sweet-natured, intelligent, affectionate
- and don't get stupider as they get older.

whereas humans becoine
'progressively' colder.

Les bourgeois c'est comme les cochons
Plus ça devient vieux plus ça devient bête
Les bourgeois c'est comme les cochons
Plus ça devient vieux plus ça devient...

Friday, 20 September 2019

One of the stupidest

and nastiest
most hypocritical
and unforgivable
human sayings :
The worm forgives the plough [plow].

Thursday, 19 September 2019

"Terrorism"

is a desperate tactic
employed by the weak against the strong
 for the simple reason
that the weak are deprived of the means to employ any other method.

Wednesday, 18 September 2019

Tuesday, 17 September 2019

The more we crowd the earth, the more we separate from each other.

Being naive and ever-trusting,
having (like my mother)
taken people at face-value
or judged them by their faces,
it is only now, having read so many
(mostly literary, mostly perceptive)
novels in my 78 years of life
I have come to understand
that, if you are innerly rich,
other people are best avoided

lest you be looted
ruined
or sucked dry.

Monday, 16 September 2019

I am in

the where of no,
the microscopic who of ever,
considering
the what of not.

Sunday, 15 September 2019

Saturday, 14 September 2019

Most men

seem to worship their willies
and their Power of Reproduction.

Some men used to
wave their rather distressed
willies at other men
hoping for connection

of sexual kind
at least
or at best.

Friday, 13 September 2019

It is quite ridiculous

to keep postponing suicide
because you enjoy your life too (though not) much.
Every pleasure that we take
is at someone else's, some other creature's
pain and sorrow,
some other forest's misery and death.
Every day we steal tomorrow.

Thursday, 12 September 2019

Robin Hood.

"If I didn't shop-lift
and buy second-hand
I wouldn't have money
to give to the homeless."

Wednesday, 11 September 2019

As we get richer

(and anyone who reads this
is richer than a Roman Emperor)
the world gets poorer.

As we get richer
we get drabber
and deafer and blinder
(but, alas! not dumber -
we are the Shouting Species).

As we get richer
we get meaner
and ever more demanding

and Nature
is reduced to little more
than branding.

Tuesday, 10 September 2019

Not a good social strategy.

I tend to be complaisant,
seem 'easy-going' -
but 'down the line'
I burst into anger
when my complaisance is  imperiously,
unacceptably exploited,
taken for granted.

This is how I lose friends.

They then say I am 'difficult', 'cantankerous'.
All because I cannot say No at the outset
because of an anxiousness to please, a timidity
which the French,
with their mots-justes call 'farouche'.
The English have many nice metaphors,
such as 'a square peg' (in a round hole).

Now I simply 'keep my distance' from people
whilst admiring their dogs,
and hoping that, for the next few years,
there won't be any pogroms
of the Unsocialised.

I have developed a condition which I call

Late-Onset Acquired Autism.

Monday, 9 September 2019

I'm more a homey

than a hopey person
which is why I'm often
almost happy -

given that happiness is merely
an inward projection
of  (by definition
impossible) perfection.


Sunday, 8 September 2019

Saturday, 7 September 2019

The weeping truth.

If we were serious
in our concern about climate-change,
the Sixth Extinction of Species,
and "the end of civilisation [as we know it]"
we would (at the very least)
sterilise ourselves and boycott supermarkets.
But, truly, unsurprisingly, hardly anyone truly cares.
All we want is luxury now - and more luxury to come -
and 'may the devil take disaster'.

Few sounds
are more sinister
than human laughter.

________________


I have attached the picture referred to in the comment below :


Friday, 6 September 2019

Thursday, 5 September 2019

People are whining

about 'global warming'
while expensively breeding,
and needing to live off
calamitous farming.

Wednesday, 4 September 2019

Tuesday, 3 September 2019

Navajo 'Sand Paintings'.

Some time ago I was given a Sand Painting which was signed
James C. Joe.  It languished in my cellar until recently,
when I looked up this guy via Messrs. Google.
It turns out that he is known among collectors
and the Navajo.  He lived in Shiprock (NM)
and may have been the first to make sand paintings to sell.
He has or had a son called Eugene Baatsolanii Joe
who is (or was) fully commercial.

Sand Painting was until quite recently a religious act,
part of a complicated rite involving chant.
The resulting images were destroyed afterwards.
Now, inevitably, they have become undervalued items of commerce.

Here is the painting in my possession.  It still has quite a strong religious element,
although it was not created as part of a soul-healing ritual.



I found a similar one via Messrs. Google :



Later ones may be seen on https://rijim.com/navajo_art.htm.

see also: 

                    Navajo Sand Painting (1)

and

                   http://navajopeople.org/navajo-sand-painting.htm



Hello Kitty

The power of cute
depends entirely on commodification.
Nothing has power
without selling-power
or, on the other hand, repression.

https://aeon.co/ideas/why-the-power-of-cute-is-colonising-our-world

Monday, 2 September 2019

The Stupid and The Clever.

The stupid are checking Facebook on cellphones.
The clever are studying the interstellar origins of life
or the palæolithic brewing of woad...
and nobody cares about the (largely-windowless)
Detention Centre down the road.

Sunday, 1 September 2019

Enlightenment

is a myth.
Enchantment
is quite different

not least because it exists.

Saturday, 31 August 2019

The pain we create

as if we were gods
is as great
as the oceans -
which cover two-thirds of the earth
(the planet of pain)
and are dying.

In much of the world
there is only terror
which, unlike the weather,
does not change.

There's no use my crying.

All humans are terrorists.

Friday, 30 August 2019

My hand, today.

In this old French village

there is a mini-plague of half-starved
diarrhœic cats,encouraged by very well-fed sentimentals.

But even the pasty Caylus poor

(some of whom - the men, mainly -
the women have rickets - are rather fat)

are too well-fed to consider
eating cat.

Thursday, 29 August 2019

Concentration-camps in the UK.

Also known as Detention Centres,
but, officially, as Immigrant Removal Centres.
https://www.gov.uk/immigration-removal-centre 

They are not only in England, but in Scotland and Northern Ireland, too.
There is none in Wales.

They are run for profit.
The actual transport of detainees from the UK
is carried out at a profit.

Detainees can be kept indefinitely
and unknown to anyone outside Officialdom.

But the good news is that they can be visited,
provided that you know or someone knows that they are there.
There is no forced labour, just forced boredom.
In this they differ from the Gulag Archipelago
and most Nazi Removal Centres for Undesirables.
They are more like what the Chinese herd the Uigurs into
or the places where Central and South Americans can end up in the USA.

After a year in such a place you are sure you're dead.

And the British either do not know or do not care,
even though the Centres are
much closer than Ireland, Cyprus, Kenya, India, Iraq...

I'm so glad I'm not British, though I was born that way...
But I'll just check with Mr McGoo-Gull on similar Facilities in Ireland...

...ah, yes:
Work on Dublin Airport immigration detention centre to begin

Tuesday, 27 August 2019

Everywoman whispers.

There are things men can do to you
I promise you
it would be much better
to kill yourself
before they happen.

Monday, 26 August 2019

Freud versus Pieces of Plastic

In some cities it is very difficult to pay for things in cash.
In Stockholm (I heard on the radio today) almost impossible.
(I can't believe that Stockholm has no 'black economy'.)
A Londoner said that she never used 'real' money
because it's unhygienic.

God help the Addressless!

Sunday, 25 August 2019

Since I am capable of writing

three or more blogs a day
(especially after wine)
I should tell my few readers
that, today, (the twenty-fifth of August)
I wrote the blog which will be dated
the ninth day of November (or as Americans say,
November ninth - or just November 9).

I probably will still be alive.
.

Before the ill-named "Enlightenment"

almost the only 'eccentrics'
were incentric monks.

Now the only eccentrics
are locked up against their will.

Eccentrics don't have 'followers'
on Facebook.

(Jesus did; Diogenes didn't.)

BUT:  We love ourselves for loving those

who seem to be eccentric...

NB:
This may be the first recorded coinage of the word
INCENTRIC...

Saturday, 24 August 2019

After a poem by Yosip Mandelstam.

"And I was alive" below the blizzard
of the blossoming pear,
I sheltered from the stammering
storm of the cherry tree beneath the cherry tree's
leaf-life and star-shower,
its sap-strength, its primal, invisible
axe-susceptible power
which had nothing to do with
what I had been told was me.

What and where is the joy, the delight
that always takes flight from us
and even our shadows ?
What is being? What is reality? What is right ?

Petals wrinkle and rapture the air,
flurry and float, and I am in
time shrunk to a kernel,
time stretched to the
impossibly, unbearably eternal -
brief sweetness transubstantiating into the glory
of all-encompassing rot.

All is now. All was. All will be and is not.

Anthony Weir 30 vi 2019

A page of translations of Mandelstam's  poem BREATH 
The best one is by Paul Celan, of course.

Friday, 23 August 2019

Reflective self-portrait

from one of my other blogs























       www.caylus-cailutz.blogspot.com



My Mailbox

by the front door.


These two photos are dedicated to Karl.


And facing it, just across the narrow street, a landscaped electricity box.
Notocactus submammulosus and a Surfinia (Petunia) variety.

Two months ago.















Today: the Nicotiana have come forth.

















Mainly Salvias.





Thursday, 22 August 2019

Although I understand statistics

I never passed a math(s)
exam. This is why I say
that the wrinkles between my nipples
and my willy are bountiful
and awesomely uncountable.

Wednesday, 21 August 2019

Tuesday, 20 August 2019

Monday, 19 August 2019

Psychedelic

plants just let us see
and feel
what we expect to feel and see.
No big deal.


Sunday, 18 August 2019

Other people

have no inkling
of how evil they are

which is yet another reason why
I'm ashamed to be human.

Saturday, 17 August 2019

Friends

are what lonely people have.

I'm so glad I have never been lonely
though sometimes bereft

glad
too for all the friends I never had

I'd rather have feelings than friends

Both at once are not possible

Friday, 16 August 2019

Today's other deep thought.

Several (though now this word is obsolete
and I should say multiple) times over the years
I felt I was about to stumble on
The Meaning of Life -
but then my consciousness flipped over,
like one of those lovely desk-calendars
I always envied but never owned.

To dogs

(who are Creatures of Yes)
we are Creatures of No.

Thursday, 15 August 2019

Sitting out on the balcony,

with delicious scents coming from below,
watching the swifts zoom about and listening to Billy the Blackbird's
familiar snatches of melody, I am induced to think that,
despite our escalating destructive enterprise,
large areas of our planet are still
lovely in their slow demise.



Wednesday, 14 August 2019

"Why can't you be normal ?"

my aunt would say to me.
-as if I had chosen to be 'abnormal'.
Now I would say to her that
in many places at many times
it was normal to be nasty
and in certain places at a certain time
it was normal to be nazi.


Tuesday, 13 August 2019

Of the Universe of Feeling

even the shrewdest
among us know
that we know very little:
only the crudest
and the most superficial

compared with
any dog, any tree.

Buddhists say:  All is suffering.
Jesus said: Humans (only) may be redeemed through me.
I say: there is no possibility of redemption;
it is best to assume
that every plant and animal is suffering
unless, through our thin compassion
or our holy absence
we can confer exemption.

Monday, 12 August 2019

We comfortable complainers/whingers about climate-change

should remember that
many, many thousands of years ago,
(when North America was nearly twice its present size)
what is now the North (formerly German) Sea was rich and fertile land
inhabited by hyænas...and humans
who did not deign to move westward
into what was then inhospitable land,
now the not-too-hospitable British Isles,
until the inundation.
Then came glaciation...
And, eventually, our little planet-warming civilisation.



But let us remember:  99% of all species
that have ever lived upon the earth
are long extinct.

Sunday, 11 August 2019

Today on BBC Radio 4 :


Jesus is said to have said:

"He that loveth son or daughter more than me
is not worthy of me."
This also must have been a reason why
heterodox early Christians had themselves castrated.

I had myself vasectomised so that I might feel
more worthy to exist than more worthy to serve
a jealous and drama-loving son of a jealous and drama-loving god.

Sterilisation cancels out many alleged sins.



Saturday, 10 August 2019

Friday, 9 August 2019

Many members of our species gone agley

regard others, and every living thing, as prey.
Of course, they're right -
merely because they think that way.
Which is why, for most of my life,
I've hidden in plain sight,
hoping that One Glorious Day
they'll simply evaporate
or, at any rate,
poison or explode themselves away.

Thursday, 8 August 2019

I am not colour-blind.

On the contrary, I think I see
colours more differentiatedly and brightly
than most other people,
especially the fifty shades of green
and the fewer than fifteen tones of black,
my favourite shade of human flesh.
I cannot understand why - at least in the British Isles -
'black' designates pale coffee-coloured skin.

Wednesday, 7 August 2019

Words and The Word.

Adam and Eve
mean Clay and Life
respectively in Hebrew.
Life emerges from mud
like Eve from Adam's side -
hence Jewish Patriarchy!

Tuesday, 6 August 2019

Monday, 5 August 2019

Sunday, 4 August 2019

It is hard not to giggle at and to love crusty old Punic & poetical Tertullian.

...ab  haeretico quam ab ethnico, 
et non protenus et non ubique convicium  carnis, 
in originem in materiam in casum, 
in omnem exitum eius, immundae a primordio ex faecibus terrae, 
immundioris deinceps ex seminis sui limo, 
frivolae infirmae criminosae molestae onerosae, 
et post totum ignobilitatis elogium caducae in originem terrae et cadaveris nomen, 
et de isto quoque nomine periturae in nullum inde iam nomen, 
in omnis iam vocabuli mortem ?

Like Quintus Septimius Florens Tertullian.
I have never been aware of a "mind/body" Problem,
there never having been a black hole between my body and my mind
(and much less than 'normal' between my legs)

because both were simultaneously attacked by,
and hence united in, their resistance to Education.

Saturday, 3 August 2019

Not many people know

that the word heathen
comes from Latin ethnicus (and ethnica for a female).
Thank you John Updike!


Thursday, 1 August 2019

When we are told how wonderful our brains are

we tend to smile contentedly and then go on to more serious topics
like the rate of income tax, the price of petrol/gasoline,
or the American-Iranian World War To Come.

But this evening I listened to an old broadcast performance
of Grigoriy Sokolov playing Schubert's last sonata (D.960)

and was able to compare it (unfavourably)
with my surprisingly accurate memory
of the orgasmic performance by Mitsuko Uchida
(whose name I always have to check on Wikipedia)
which I earlier deemed better than those by Alfred Brendel and Alfred Cortot -
though the latter has divine rubato.

Wednesday, 31 July 2019

Mulling over Paul Celan.

The only things worth talking about
with other human hackers of the tree of life
are the things that cannot be mentioned:
overpopulation, ecocide, suicide,
the godness of water, plants and animals
and how each delicious bite we take
has destroyed so many living things...
and so it's not so much that
one doesn't know how not to begin a conversation,
but that (having been sterilised)
one doesn't know how to make any kind of communication.

Tuesday, 30 July 2019

Sunday, 28 July 2019

It is so sad

that Jesus' anti-institutional
exhortations to kindness and good nature
and simple fairness and justice
were transformed into unbrotherly,
desiccated morality and moralism
by his immediate followers
and two millennia
of his rapacious traducers.


Saturday, 27 July 2019

With poor sight

and slightly deaf,
slightly lame,
slightly sociable :
I live quite slightly.

Friday, 26 July 2019

In 19th century Russian towns

welcome-lamps were lit when there was food to spare
or someone needed to be comforted
or company was wanted.
The lights now outside houses
have been installed to threaten
and expose intruders.

Thursday, 25 July 2019

Wednesday, 24 July 2019

Our sadly-malfunctioning brains

have evolved either because of an unfortunate mutation,
or simply because God went mad (as Nietzsche didn't dare to contemplate
or didn't dare to tell),
and our Universe (amongst many)
is his padded cell.

Tuesday, 23 July 2019

Back to the Buddha!

say I.  
Everything is One – 
and unbelievably Multiple and Disparate.

Monday, 22 July 2019

Two things I'd like to remind you of.

Inca gold and silver
together with the Catholic Church
and men on benches in Bologna
were crucial in the development
of capitalism.

Serfs were freed in Russia
without a civil war
before slavery was (technically)
abolished in the USA.

Sunday, 21 July 2019

When 'western culture'

largely consists of shopping, work and sex
all mixed up with 'human rights' hypocrisy;

if its popular music reflects the thoughts,
ideas and concerns of most, democracy
is doomed.

As I write I hear that there are more refugees than ever
in the history of the world,
that there is less trust in politicians and in vaccines.

Welcome to the Dark Age
of demagoguery, apocalypse.

Saturday, 20 July 2019

Like breaking horses.

Education is an exercise
in bridling children's spirit -
if their parents
or other children haven't already done so -
or if they had any to begin with.

Friday, 19 July 2019

I am trying to figure

why everyone, even in a little French village,
is wearing incredibly drab and badly-cut clothes
in shades of brown, black and grey.  Obviously
it's The Style of 2019, but why ? 
The only brightness is the occasional lurid
early adolescent. There is no beauty
of apparel to contrast with the dour faces of the
modern bourgeois army.

It's quite scary,
especially as I, in my Indian cotton pants
and home-designed t-shirt, get strange or hostile looks
from the ugly uniformities who pass me by.



Kissing

Missing
Pissing
Reminiscing

Breeding
Needing
Bleeding

They tell us to praise
the darkest of days.
They tell us
that the all-powerful animal
with the ever-expanding, ever-tightening mind
as big as a galaxy, small as a turd,
is utterly exceptional, phenomenal,
and that you and I
should 'borrow' light from the blind
to give to the other unredeemables
who go unheard.

Each one of us
each day
destroys a world.

Masturbation
should be enjoyed
not resorted to.
Remember: almost anything
is holier, more reverential
than human procreation.

Thursday, 18 July 2019

The reason why

most Christians have no interest
in the unstoppable result of climate change
is that it's not their kind of apocalypse.

Wednesday, 17 July 2019

Maybe never-to-be-lived-in.

One of Ahmadinejad's crazy, totalitarian New (ghost) Towns.
This one in the desert outside Tehran,with almost no infrastructure to support it - not even drains !

https://www.messynessychic.com/2019/06/13/


New Words to an Old Lyric*

Putting on the agony
putting on the guile;
that's what all the dumb folks
are doin' all the while.
When I look around me
I sometimes have to smile,
seein' all the dumb folks putting on the guile.

*as recorded in my youth  by Lonnie Donegan (1957)

Original lyrics by Norman Cazden. But Lonnie's best one is probably Rock Island Line which opened up for me the world of "folk music" from the USA to India, Iraq and Japan. From Leadbelly to the Trio Joubran via Fairport Convention, of course!

Tuesday, 16 July 2019

IS - the new global mind-game racket.

I am holding the first International
Intelligent Scepticism © ® Week
here at Caylus in August.
Only $700 for the week
including under-the-hedge accommodation.
payment via PayPal 

Monday, 15 July 2019

Never trust anyone

with clean fingernails
who wears a suit
or a beard
who keeps mentioning your name
who smiles a lot...

who has white skin
who has black skin
who has coffee-coloured skin
who has slanting eyes
who is circumcised
who has not been genitally mutilated...

who uses language.

Sunday, 14 July 2019

The capitalist doctrine of Free Choice

does not extend to deities.
Partly because capitalism owes so much to
the Catholic Church, Inca gold and silver,
the Protestant churches...
and (of course) actually favours monopoly.

I think gods should be marketed properly:
     Worship one - get one free.
     Worship several - get several more free...

Thursday, 11 July 2019

Education

is the best way
to keep people quiet.
The second-best
is Employment.

In his Dictionary Dr Johnson thus defined

Job: a low, mean, lucrative busy affair.




Wednesday, 10 July 2019

Cellphones

Coltan
Massacres
Ebola

Cellphones
Coltan
Massacres
Ebola

Cellphones
Coltan
Massacres
Ebola

But that is not the only reason why I do not have a smartphone.

Tuesday, 9 July 2019

My briefly-former 'friend'

said that my skepticism
was mere cruelty,
evidence of
lack of  'empathy'.

(I have yet to discover the difference
between empathy and sympathy or old-fashioned
compassion.)

Can skeptics ever have friends ?


Monday, 8 July 2019

"As the ex-Liberal Dostoyevsky understood,

Liberalism [like Capitalism] is nothing if not a religion.
In the past, this may have been a strength.
Today it is a weakness, and possibly fatal.
Shigalyov [in Demons]was right.
Trashing old freedoms
in order to bring about a new state of unbounded freedom
can only lead to despotism.
Liberals cannot stem the on-going retreat of liberal values
because it is they that are driving it."

- John Gray [here]

Sunday, 7 July 2019

Friday, 5 July 2019

I used to think

that people with pleasant faces
and who engaged with me were
'nice'.
I was in my seventies before
I discovered that people had false faces
and false brains.


Thursday, 4 July 2019

Having no hope

for mankind or the planet
should be personally liberating,
but in a world of killer optimists
it is merely paralysing.

Wednesday, 3 July 2019

Tuesday, 2 July 2019

Nations are male

and need to be fucked.
Nations are posters
crawling with lies.
Nations are attitudes
stupidly struck.
Nations make war
and make peace
and make war
and everything dies.

Monday, 1 July 2019

In rural France today

even the town by-pass
is lined with three shades of blue:
salvia, chicory and viper's bugloss

(not to mention marjoram,
marguerites and greater mullein).

When life is product

dependent on products,
death is the only
liberation.

Sunday, 30 June 2019

30th June 2019

Why the sudden flurry of interest ?
Am I (suddenly) famous
though my first name's not Séamus ?


I read somewhere that in Italy

a few centuries ago
doctors sold
their body-smells
on bits of cloth.

"They sniffed me and they're cured."

Saturday, 29 June 2019

Heatwave.


People are dying

in cities. My cacti are
in Paradise.

Each one of us

is Holocaust.
The Tree of Life
is toilet-paper.
We all look for bargains.
The planet has come
very cheap.

Friday, 28 June 2019

"Democracy is like Christ.

There is nothing you cannot do
in the name of democracy."

- David Cornwell (A Small Town in Germany, 1968).

Earlier in the same book :
Democracy [is] like shaving.  No one thanks you for shaving.
No-one thanks you for democracy...
Democracy was only possible under a class system...
it was an indulgence granted by the privileged.
We haven't time for it any more : a flash of light
between feudalism and automation, and now it's gone.
What's left ?  The voters are cut off from parliament.
Parliament is cut off from the government,
and the government is cut off from everyone.


Wednesday, 26 June 2019

On 'morality'.

Except on rare occasions
or accidentally
the nearest we get to virtue
is hypocrisy.

Tuesday, 25 June 2019

What's the point ?

Possibly the most unvisited daily blog on Blogger.














I have three regular readers:
1. Malcolm my chum.
2. Almina my Internet Acquaintance.
3. You ?

Monday, 24 June 2019

Only the most unimaginative,

the most  unexamining,
could imagine that
the examined life
could be worth living.

ὁ ... ἀνεξέταστος βίος οὐ βιωτὸς ἀνθρώπῳ - [ascribed by Plato to] Socrates

Sunday, 23 June 2019

Isn't Wikipedia wonderful ?

I learned today
that Kool-Aid® is a powder,
cooked up in Nebraska (USA) in 1927,

to which its celebrants
add sugar and water.
It contains a dye said to be
useful for changing the colour of hair
wool, cotton or cement mortar.

Thursday, 20 June 2019

Wednesday, 19 June 2019

"The concept of original sin

 gives us a penetrating insight into human destiny."

- Leszek Kołakowski, 'On the Dilemmas of the Christian Legacy'.

Tuesday, 18 June 2019

A Brief Guide to Gorgeous Hyænas


Spotted Hyæna: The classic hyæna. Definitely what we all think of when we hear “hyena”. Very good round ears and a really big and cute nose. Also, very powerful jaws that make it a very good eater. Has a very beautiful laugh that deserves to be heard. The perfect doggo imitator. 15/10

image



Striped Hyæna: Pointy ears that do a great job picking up sounds. Loves the night and enjoys hunting in the darkness and being home before sunrise. Loves to scream, and scream loudly. Owner of a set of two beautiful eyes. Also, a wonderful actor, able to fool other animals by playing dead. 13/10

image



Brown Hyæna: Beautiful, beautiful hair! Most likely has a very good hair care routine. The rarest hyena there is, so it deserves to be cherished. Very strong jaws, capable of breaking bones shortly after birth. Very scary to even larger predators, but they have a heard of gold. FANTASTIC snoot. 14/10

image



Aardwolf: The SMALLEST of hyænas.
Please be gentle! Really loves insects, especially termites. Has a long and sticky tongue used for eating termites, making it one of the world’s most profound bleppers. Has a cute fuzzy tail that should be considered one of the wonders of the world. Has tiny ears, tiny paws, and a tiny nose. Overall very dainty but also, very tough. 13/10

image


(from Hushpupper.tumblr.com)

Unfortunately, my neighbour's sweet cat  would be the least of the local damage.

Monday, 17 June 2019

Louis XV

(king of France)
famously said
Après moi le déluge.

Now, you don't need
the contacts and networks
or royal insight of a king
or a minister of state,
nor do you need to be
a visionary philosopher :

any thoughtful person
near to or at the bottom
of the social heap

(though you may scoff
at my assumption)

can recognise that
Après nous le catastrophe.

Sunday, 16 June 2019

Friday, 14 June 2019

The Individual and The Vast Majority

"Mass democracy, mass morality and the mass media thrive independently of the individual,
who joins them only at the cost of at least a partial perversion of his instincts and insights.
He pays for his social ease with what used to be called his soul –
his discriminations, his uniqueness, his psychic energy, his self."

- Al Alvarez, in The Savage God, 1971.

Go - and stay - under their radar.