of almost words composing
the English language.
Words such as
aubergine and spinach,
derived from Persian,
are not represented.
(from Jeremy Butterfield's Damp Squid)
NEO-NIETZSCHEAN NOTES
of almost words composing
the English language.
Words such as
aubergine and spinach,
derived from Persian,
are not represented.
(from Jeremy Butterfield's Damp Squid)
I was over twenty when the word scam
arrived in Ireland (with The Great Escape, maybe)
from the USA. It was probably
another 20 years before I heard it
on the wireless. It rhymes with sham.
Scamper was a word I knew from childhood
and the Little Grey Rabbit books.
It was generally applied to
the playful gait of kittens and other
small, furry animals.
But it also meant (to) run away or (a) runaway,
jovially shortened to scamp.
Both words come from Latin excampare :
to leave the (battle)field or just the camp
at greyhound speed or in shameful disarray,
a scramble, scrimmage, scrum or scram.
And now the bathos:
my life has run more slowly than a scamper,
I sometimes feel that existence is a scam.
born in a cage, raised in a zoo,
spent 24 years in a research laboratory.
Sheba is the daughter of Nim, a famous chimp
who learned sign language.
Like her father, she demonstrated remarkable intelligence,
learning to add, subtract, and paint.
Her story goes back to a "bold 1970s idea":
if chimps are so genetically and behaviourally close to humans, could they help us learn about ourselves?
Many scientists like Bob Ingersoll pursued that question
through a series of 'behavioural and social experiments'.
Others pursued it through invasive bio-medical research...
'The Equality Stupidity'
as in:
Of all the dumb-assed ideas in the world,
the dumbest is The Equality Stupidity.
The doctrine of Equality Stupidity takes the prize
for the most imbecilic of all ideologies.
More imbecilic ideology here,
translated from the Latin.
draw between Iran and New Zealand.
I have never understood why Iran has not been allowed
to develop Nuclear Weapons since the fall of the Shah.
However loathsome the regime, its leaders are at least stable
and sane, unlike the leaders of the USA, Russia and Israel.
herewith give notice that
following the penetration
by Multinational Meat-eaters,
and dismantling of their
Caylus Cell,
Asperger Action
backed by FSB Occitania will
disrupt the annual Village Banquet
to be held on St John's Eve
(Summer Solstice) this coming Sunday.
Be alarmed.
why people think they have souls
is that fabulous entities are needed
to pursue fantastical goals.
"Who needs the world, anyway ?"
an AI angel pleaded.
to misanthropes
that the world's richest man
is a white supremacist
from South Africa
who eggs on mindless men in black
to bomb and burn their neighbours.
This is a predictable result
of capitalism and its
'Christian Values'.
in 1945
not far from where this interview would take place,
on the Newtownards road, somewhere
near this burned-out bus,
I was tricycling happily (aged 4)
in between the tramway-tracks,
when I was accosted by two big Constabulary men
in almost-black uniforms who very gently
told me that I could not ride into town.
I did not resist or even protest.
They put me in their nice black car
and drove me with my tricycle the couple of miles
home, back up the road
that I had largely free-wheeled down.
It would be many years before they took
my fingerprints.
I have been free-wheeling ever since.
“Ninety-nine percent of who you are
is invisible and untouchable.”
- Buckminster Fuller
Did he ever meet Carl Jung ?
while missing his penis.
Perhaps it was used locally
as a dildo or fecundity-charm...
anyway, it was never returned.
There may be others.
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| Corbel on the parish church at Crespos, Burgos, Spain. |
'Evolved Capitalism'
progressively isolates non-joiners
on the widening margins
while openly decrying solitude
(if only by calling it loneliness)
because solitude, like silence
encourages contemplation
and the privacy and resulting
(and maybe only slight)
independence of thought.
the-novelists-who-predicted-our-present >
Instead, you should consider
all the stuff and services you have not bought...
This is the story of two madmen,
both are financial criminals.
The first is mad with hate and revenge.
He wants to destroy Iran, a nation as old as his own.
The second is mad with greed and narcissism.
One day, the first discovers exactly where Iran's
King of Kings, now re-named Supreme Leader
will be in a few hours. He phones up the second,
who says - OK. We'll get him.
And the Supreme Leader was assassinated
alongwith some henchmen.
The rest of the world was surprised, but not too dismayed...
...until the Two Insanities jointly decided that
they would bomb Iran to bits and instal a new Leader
(anti-Israeli, and anti-American)
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad by name, still somewhere
in the background.
However, the even more anti-Israeli and anti-American
Son of the King of Kings popped out of a hideout
and was declared Supreme Leader. He declared
that Iran was unbowed and would retaliate.
And so we have the mess that is the latest Mesopotamian War.
Only nihilists are happy about it - well, not exactly happy...
maybe semi-contenty.
Mesopotamian wars have not been counted,
but there must have been
dozens at least. One of the earlier ones can be found in the Bible,
of human purposiveness
is the appalling catalogue
of unintended consequences -
which, as we vaingloriously persevere,
lead towards the Great Smothering
of the biosphere.
*also known as the B-side of a 78 rpm gramophone record.
cf B-movies.
about a French word I have invented,
derived from BUT = goal :
BUTISME*
might be a neat rendering of Purposiveness,
the curse of civilisation.
Here is the chatbot's very impressive reply:
Nice coinage. Here are three concise options for meaning and usage you can adopt for "butisme":
* Not to be confused with BOUTISME which is the French for the I.T. term Endianness.
Incidentally, the French décroissance is much less ugly
than degrowth in English, don't you think, clever chatbot ?
I have gone on to invent butisme's opposite:
= goallessness, antigoalism, anti-purposiveness, anti-intentionality.
Urged in adolescence to consider a career,
"in this world of suffering and strife"
I confess that I've endeavoured
to make nothing
of my life.
Quixotically,
despite the remoteness
of the possibility
that my sperm would successfully
assail an egg, I had the satisfaction
of a vasectomy.
https://aeon.co/essays/why-did-disabled-people-support-eugenics-in-the-1930s
Insanity through capitalism.
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| Hydration Powder. Contains no liquid. |
* The Westminster Shorter (Christian) Catechism:
Q. 1. What is the chief end of man?
A. Man’s chief end is to glorify God, and to enjoy him for ever.
1 Cor. 10:31; Rom. 11:36; Ps. 73:25-28.
that in my forties I was a better
painter of portraits than Lucian Freud was
at seventeen. He disowned this early effort...
...and my portraits never improved.
PS
for comparison, here is a portrait of Moise Kisling
by Modigliani.
Finally, this is a very fine and more recent
self-portrait in the 'realist' tradition
by Yasuo Kuniyoshi.
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| Self-Portrait as Photographer |
Never having received
a smile from a wolf,
I have no idea what
a wolfish smile looks like.
that some nurturers
become torturers
by stifling those they care about.
And in a wider context,
'The Welfare State'.
As a result of obligatory Franco-Belgian
food-labelling, I gather that tronk
is Flemish/Dutch for log (or stump)
as in a bûche
or little log of goat-cheese.
But not for the boot (American: trunk)
of a car. Tronc in French refers only to trees.
Tronk is also Afrikaans for prison.
Comparative linguistics
is full of ramifications like these.
Certainly, somebody
at some time told their lover
not to wash for a while
(assuming that washing,
a recent and unhealthy fad,
was possible).
Possibly not Napoleon Bonaparte
but probably, through unhygienic history,
hundreds of thousands of others.
Certainly including me.
The rich can now build
avatars of their dear departed
and manipulate them
like marionettes.
Will war-lords of Ebolaland
subscribe ?
Poetry
(and verse)
too often
drip honey
and worse
on truth
to reduce
and neutralise
its sting.
Oh! my arse
goes ting-a ling-a ling...