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, 30 April 2019

Religionists -

If you wish to glorify The Lord
offer fallen blossoms humbly,
not the sheer vanity
of mosques and temples and cathedrals
built for the rich
to dominate the poor
and poor in spirit like themselves.

Monday, 29 April 2019

In Europe.

For hunger
there are Food-banks, Restaurants du Cœur.

For thirst
there are ponds and puddles.

For sleeping
there are derelict buildings
abandoned cars.

For dying
there is everywhere.

Sunday, 28 April 2019

The banality of category.

Breasts and long hair:
it is called Woman.
Beard and/or chest-hair
and a penis:
it is called Man.
But that is merely appearance.

Saturday, 27 April 2019

The root is the mouth

of the tree.
Pour water there
and it sprouts
green
way above
unlike us.

Friday, 26 April 2019

Sunday, 21 April 2019

"You never feel better than when

you start feeling good
after you have been feeling bad."

Nicely put, William Least Heat Moon in Blue Highways.

Saturday, 20 April 2019

Deep question.

Does emotional promiscuity
indicate emotional shallowness
or emotional generosity ?

Thursday, 18 April 2019

Tuesday, 16 April 2019

VIA : Very Impermanent Art

So much more fun than the permanent stuff.
Ten a minute is the rate of output.

Coupelle [Michel Perfetti] et Yaourt [Anthony Weir], April 2019.

Monday, 15 April 2019

Sunday, 14 April 2019

Most native English-speakers

have heard of The Great Irish Famine
(so-called because there had been lots of numerically-smaller famines before 1845).

Millions of the least-poor Irish fled
(because of the excellent military-road system)
to ports where boats would take them
(at a price) to England, Scotland, Canada, Mexico,
Chile...and, of course the United States of America.

But, it seems, none emigrated to France.

Language cannot have been a reason,
since many emigrants did not speak English.

The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland
was not at war with France.

The potato famine of 1845-50 affected the whole of northern Europe,
especially eastern Germany and Poland.
Even so, why were there no Irish emigrants
to (Iberia or) France ?


Saturday, 13 April 2019

Friday, 12 April 2019

Included in the humbling number

of things I don't understand
is why people think that meat is a treat
(for which they are constantly lusting) -
or, worse - something necessary to eat -
while for me it is pretty tasteless
and slightly disgusting.

Thursday, 11 April 2019

If pity is,

as Christians and maybe Buddhists seem to think,
the Highest Form of Love,
I love almost everybody -
realising, too, that pity
is not far from contempt.

Wednesday, 10 April 2019

There really is no difference

between doing 'the wrong thing for the right reasons'
and doing 'the right thing for the wrong reasons'

because rationality is our destructive delusion.

Tuesday, 9 April 2019

Sunday, 7 April 2019

"Godliness" :

to suffer like an animal...
but it's not suffering or punishment
or natural retribution
that might redeem us - just
happy acceptance of death and destitution.

Saturday, 6 April 2019

People are strangely resistant to the truth

and the truths in novels.
They prefer the lies, half-truths and speculation
of psychologists, philosophers,  statisticians,
journalists, scientists, and politicians.

Friday, 5 April 2019

I wonder which philosopher...

"...says it is our greatest crime
to ignore the beauty of the world" ?

- Irish Murdoch: The Italian Girl

Wednesday, 3 April 2019

Monday, 1 April 2019