Prebuttal,
as in
'But the longer Melania went on,
the more this sounded like a prebuttal
of allegations that may be about to break in the media.'
- The Guardian, 10th April 2026.
Another curious word from the same publication:
"...an estimated 35,000 people turned up to a protest helmed
by Magyar."
As geopolitics change from day to day, so does the English language !
is not a ear-catching name,
but re-cast by Dumas as
The Fourth Musketeer,
I read about his exploits
and those of his pals,
and his pals' children
and the Queen's necklace...
before graduating to Balzac...
and Zola and Flaubert and
de Maupassant. (I had little interest
in English novels apart from
Eliot and Hardy...but I digress.)
Here he is, the Fourth Musketeer
D'Artagnan, under the erstwhile altar
of a church in Maastricht, Holland.
I doff my feathered hat.
The yellow bit is the important one.
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3D-printed model of the clitoris based on the work of Ju Young Lee.
Yellow structures are the nerves.
Green and purple are erectile tissue.
Red and blue are arteries and veins.
Proper manipulation is the issue.
Fresco in the church of Matamorisco
(translatable as Slaymoors) in Palencia
(North-Central Spain), showing
the Weighing of Souls by the Archangel Gabriel,
with the saved to the left and the damned to the right
where shadowy demons lurk, maybe with Satan himself.
But the unbaptised and heathen went automatically
into limbo, so do not feature.
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It was 27°C yesterday.
I still wore my thermal
winter underwear.
But the bullfrogs this morning
are clamouring
for me to remove
at least one layer.
I am only slightly shivering.
Scores of Easter Mondays ago
my mother and I would break and eat
our Easter Eggs (hard-boiled, not
the chocolate obscenities) at dolmens
or standing-stones. About fifteen
years ago M. and I rolled our eggs
down Saul Hill, near Downpatrick
below a massive Mussolini-esque
grey statue of the saint.
Today here, near the village of Laramière
in south-west France, where I had also
brought M. and my long-deceased
and under-rated poet friend Tom Matthews,
I broke and ate my Easter Egg alone within
the chamber of a long, low dolmen
with massive roofstone: La Peyra Levada,
pictured beside my Peugeot 106 for scale.
In Ireland, some dolmens were inhabited.
Under this massive3-metre roof-stone
a small family of refugees could squat
and not be rained on,
though water would flow around their feet.
If a disclosure of the plot
spoils a book for a reader,
then the reader or the book
is a bottom-feeder.
to commemorate the 1916 Rising in Dublin
which Sir Roger Casement hastened futilely
(by German submarine) to prevent.
This is a view of a lime-kiln
at Murlough Bay, county Antrim,
in whose churchyard
Casement the hero, traitor and paedophile
wished to be buried, but never will.
His celebrated bones decay in Dirty Dublin, still.
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“I perfected a trick briefcase,”
my hero Jean Genet recalled,
“and I became so adept at stealing books
that I could conduct sleight-of-hand with great courtesy
right under the noses of the booksellers.”
My short imprisonment for
shoplifting 'household items'
was rather more genteel than Genet's,
involving lots of tea and toast
and an excellent prison library
run by a young dopesmoker.
Last week I completed my latest picture
with a musical-box mechanism which plays
Für Elise. It is the story of teenagers opening
the door of my never-locked car and removing
two faulty CDs which they hurled on the lane.
I picked up the bits.
It is called THE PERSISTENCE OF RESISTANCE
OR DADA. Of course, like Genet, I never had
nor consciously missed a father.
NOTE: this blog will discontinue very soon
for all prisoners of the moon.
Cold War days, Marcusians
and other far-left agitators who ignored
big and small realities surrounding
the Soviet Union, declared
that Israel was the USA's 'puppet-state'.
It's such a Topsy-Turvy World...
is that it arose out of
protestant puritanism
which made work
the only path to heaven,
so socialists worship work.
especially for budding fruit-trees
and vines. This year it's a good month
for ploughing.
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my would-be-poems are depressingly-judgemental
and probably, like myself, under-developmental.
Being 'a failure' isn't a lot of fun
(for billions) -
but my species is a much direr one
when all is imagined, said and done.
Translate google Dada
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who hid in a cave and watched a stationary
spider, which taught him patience. Such a spider
adheres to my stairwell wall. I will not insult her
with a name. In the room below I attach myself
to the world-wide web of human utterance,
which depends upon an oceanic web of cables,
hundreds of thousands of miles of them
along the ocean beds,
most of them privately owned
by a few abominably-rich Americans
who are entangling us & trussing up the planet
with our shrieking insignificance.
The above-normal temperatures in France so far this year have led to many vines budding early. In the early stage of budding (débourrement), the vine is extremely susceptible to colder temperatures, and in some cases severe frosts can wipe out a whole vineyard’s harvest overnight.
To protect their vineyards against spring frost, many French winemakers still rely on the ancient technique of using candles (bougies antigel) to warm the vines. Thousands of candles – usually metal pots filled with paraffin wax – are placed throughout the vineyard in order to raise the vines' ambient temperature.
Winemakers are recommended to install about 500 candles per hectare, which can help raise the temperature of he vines by 2 to 3C, according to figures from the Bureau Interprofessionnel des Vins de Bourgogne, the official industry organization for Burgundy wines.
Farther east and south, in my Gaillac area and around Bordeaux it will, however, be warmer.
Consciousness is a World Tree
of many branches, twigs,
leaves, flowers, seeds and roots,
not to mention parasites and lodgers.
But perception is the problem.
We perceive peculiarly,
through the lens of quantity
rather than of quality.
Our minds inflamed by number,
ever-number saps our sensibility,
carved cuckoos inside clocks.
we're trapped by sequence, narrative,
and contrapuntal melody.
go sailing by,
sailing by,
sailing by;
I saw one ship go sailing by
at 10 o'clock in the morning.'
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| Strait of Hormuz |
Ernst Jünger,
humanist-fascist.
'Le suicide fait partie
du capitale de l'humanité.'
sounds les strangled in English:
Suicide is part of human capital.
To create decent authentic art
it is essential not to care
a tinker's or other despised person's fart
if nobody comes to stand and stare.
My first 'sound-system'
which I played in the attic
in the late 1940s
looked exactly like this.
I played Grieg's piano concerto
recorded by Benno Moiseiwitch
on at least 4 old 10-inch records
with worn needles.
What better introduction to 'canned music' ?
As we have moved out of a period
where International Law largely applied,
so the Law of Unintended Consequences
has become the Law of Totally-Predictable
and Dire Consequences.
It's not like switching websites
or TV channels
from regenerating an Irish bog
to porn-site
to Facebook to Brahms...not at all.
Nor does it happen in Baudelairean
listlessness or soupy brain-fog.
Some of my days
are elevator-days
I pass instantaneously between floors
from plane to plane
no keys, no doors.
that I have ever seen:
an early van Gogh of 1884
so reminiscent of Millet
(The Gleaners, etc.)
and so unlike his outpourings
just six years later
when he was accidentally shot
by teenagers with guns
out 'for a lark' or 'for a caper'.
Mr Nobody was born.
“When a government murders people on the streets of our major cities, when we don’t say anything, when oligarchs take over the media and control how we could produce it and consume it – we all face a moral choice. But luckily, even a nobody is more powerful than you think...”
...if he gets backing and fights his long way through.
https://www.catchupplayer.co.uk/episode/211129/Storyville.html
..si verificano i fenomeni morbosi più svariati.”
- Antonio Gramsci
But that Goya should number owls amongst his monstrous
fenomeni morbosi or monstrosi makes his reason seem
somewhat somnolent.
on Etsy: genuine Muammar Gaddafi wristwatch.
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Meanwhile...
Nicolas Sarkozy appeared at the Paris court of appeal to face a fresh trial over allegations he conspired to receive illegal election campaign funding from the regime of the late Libyan dictator Muammar Gaddafi.
In his Code of Fairness, he declares that
the rich should pay twice as much
as the poor for medical treatment.
So why is Hammurabi, priest and worshipper of Justice,
celebrated in the United States' Capitol in Washington,
bastion of acquisition and unfairness ?
the ancient philosopher said
that the essence of senescence
is the little blobs of fæces
you find hardening
in your long-johns and arse-hairs
as you get ready for bed.
The philosopher heaved a sweet
sigh and said
there won't be any more
of that shit when your dead.
"It’s against elites, but led and funded by the rich.
It presents itself as a mass uprising,
but relies on low turnouts for much of its electoral success.
It talks a lot about freedom, but its policies are authoritarian.
It promises a glorious future,
but its social vision is “soaked in the brandy of nostalgia.”
– Liam Byrne, MP.
‘Deaf people can’t hide behind words!’
But they can hide behind and away from people,
which gives them great inner resources.
In the maze
of existence no centre
of consciousness can hold,
much less endure
to the end of all days.
we thought that the World-Wide Web
was the best thing since electricity:
an exciting, liberating, egalitarian
empowering invention.
But now, for millions,
it's like a slow, seductive garrotte
round the brain,
which, day by day, increases
its and our tension.
that life was
one disappointment
after another.
Many were caused by me.
I remember her tears.
She lived brightly
and sprightly
in excellent health
with all her teeth
for over 90 years.
