in the anus of diogenes

NEO-HERACLITUS_____________Qweir Notions in the anus of Diogenes: weBlog of a septuagenarian Binge-thinker since February 2008.
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Friday, 14 August 2020

As civilisation progressed

life became less of a challenge
and more of a chore.
Hence the importance
of competitive sport.

To my self-centred shame,

I have noticed only intermittently
the blackbird song which has been with me
most of my life.
Now, a cracked and huffing little bellows,
I sit on my high balcony
and listen (also intermittently
with human fake-humility)
to the blackbird singing in the cherry-tree
below.  Within that fragile creature
is far more than I am, far more
than in all humanity
and its deafening, apocalyptical vulgarity.

Thursday, 13 August 2020

Once Upon a Time

everywhere was beautiful.
Then came a time to fell,
a time to burn, a time to sow,
a time to reap...to fight,
to get down on our knees,
to weep over human graves

but not the stumps of trees.

Wednesday, 12 August 2020

Being a somewhat gullible 'innocent',

it is only now that I discover that
Quaker Oats



has nothing to do with
and never had anything at all
to do with The Society of Friends,

and that it was an early brand-name
(after Coca-Cola, McCormick's Spices and Lipton's Tea)
in the hideously-serious marketing-game.

Note: Modern 'branding' began as a result of legislation
for the registration of exclusive trademarks
passed in the USA.

Quaker Oats is a bland baby-food - in contrast to authentic Scottish and Irish porridge
which is made using 'pin-head' oatmeal, has a nutty taste and an almost al dente texture.

Tuesday, 11 August 2020

So many novels

have been 'one of the best I've read'.
Fill in your name here to get one when I'm dead.

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"Crown Shyness"

is a genuine - and wonderful - arboreal phenomenon.



















See more pictures here.

Sunday, 9 August 2020

Saturday, 8 August 2020

Before the pandemic...

One of the many things

that I have never understood
is why people keep seeking status
when it piles on responsibilities,
stresses them out
and turns them into zombies.


Friday, 7 August 2020

Thursday, 6 August 2020

'Farceur' P.G. Wodehouse invented a character called Psmith

(the P being silent, as in Freud).
His novel Leave it to P..... repeats and holds up
a single 'Poetic' line (or Line Poetical)
to ridicule.
I quote it here and add another
to make a splendid Rhyming Couplet
which Pelham G. would probably
have wished to smother
- so I have changed the first word
so as to make the first three accord
with the title of my website:

Across Beyond the pale parabola of joy
I spied the penis of a pissing boy.

Wednesday, 5 August 2020

Considering that the former, well-paid Spanish monarch,

(for insulting whom I risk gaol if ever I return to Spain)
has laundered millions upon millions of dollars
from Panama, Sa'udi Arabia, Liechtenstein, Bahrain...
and banked his cut in Switzerland,
I am wondering what other European royal families
are involved in similar self-enhancing but unpresentable activities.
The Heads of State of Belgium and the Netherlands
are well-known for nefarious activities in the past.
But what of the similarly well-paid monarchs of the semi-
United Kingdom, Norway, Sweden, Denmark (not to mention
the Grand-Duke of Luxembourg and the Prince of Monte Carlo) ? 
I surmise that their elegant but sticky fingers
are (or have been) in stinking pies -
from procurement of teenage children to more 'elevated' enterprise.
The rich have always wanted to be richer.  It has been so
since the invention of agriculture long ago.

Monday, 3 August 2020

After the Plague

after Jotamario Arbeláez

for there is a plague
running through us
the plague the terrible
plague upon the planet
After the plague
if there is an after
But there may not be an after
because of all that has gone before
After the plague there may be war
and after war there will be plague
and after war there will be famine
and drought and war and pestilence
and yachts and palaces
and much of what went before
but more

Sunday, 2 August 2020