Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Tuesday 30 March 2010


is as painful as truth.
Even as a backward youth
on a backward-looking island
I realised that pain may be
the only path to integrity.

Monday 29 March 2010

Saturday 27 March 2010

Friday 26 March 2010

Thursday 25 March 2010



A Russian (said to be the World's Cleverest Man)
has turned down a million-dollar prize
for solving one of mathematics' toughest puzzles.

Dr Grigori Perelman, 44,
who lives as a recluse with his mother
in a small flat on a run-down housing-estate
in outer St Petersburg, said through the closed door:
"I have all I want."
She said: "We don't want to talk to anyone."

They both share her $75-a-month pension
because he has been unemployed since 2006.

The Millennium Prize was given in 2006
by the Clay Mathematics Institute
for his solution of the Poincaré Conjecture, posed in 1904.

Dr Perelman openly e-mailed his solution in 2002,
but failed to turn up to receive his prestigious Fields Medal
(equivalent to a Nobel Prize)
from the International Mathematical Union
in Madrid four years ago.

At the time he stated:
"I'm not interested in money or fame.
I don't want to be on display like an animal in a zoo.

"I'm not a hero of mathematics.
I'm not even that successful.
That's why I don't want to have everybody looking at me.

"If the proof is correct then no further recognition is needed.

"I do not think anything that I say can be
of the slightest public interest."

Neighbour Vera Petrovna said:
"I was once in his flat and I was astounded.
He only has a table, a stool and a bed with a dirty mattress
which was left by previous owners:
alcoholics who sold the flat to him.

"We are trying to get rid of cockroaches in our block,
but they hide in his flat."

Dr Perelman once said to an American journalist:
"...there are many mathematicians who are more or less honest.
But almost all of them are conformists."

"He is someone who sees the world a little bit in black and white,"
said Marcus Du Sautoy, Oxford University's Professor
for the Public Understanding of Science - who obviously
has little understanding of morality, let alone meta-morality.

Dr Perelman is also a talented violinist.
His sister lives in Stockholm.
She, too, an eminent mathematician.

In March 2010, it was announced that he was the first person
to meet the criteria for
the Clay Mathematical Institute's Millennium Prize,
also worth one million dollars, but that he had declined it, too.
No-one else has been offered one of these prizes.

The Poincaré Conjecture was more than 100 years old
when Dr Perelman solved it
- and could help determine the shape of the universe.

Wednesday 24 March 2010


To turn water into wine
is only to add consumer value
or to disinfect.

But to have turned wine into water
would have avoided
unimaginable slaughter.

Tuesday 23 March 2010

Reason enhances acquisition.

So we fall victim to acquisitive rationalism,
which can be fought only by reason,
since reason solipsistically and compulsively sabotages
intuition, sensibility, mystery and reverence.

This is why quasi-rational narrative
has swamped Western culture in general
and poetry in particular.

Sunday 21 March 2010

Saturday 20 March 2010

Whitey wishes he were black

I am the indecent colour of dying,
a shame-shifted corpse
of beige-pink-blue-gray -
the ku-klux shade of ambition and lying.
The taste of my heart is the taste of dismay.

Friday 19 March 2010

Time's Streamers

Between the sleeping and the waking
Between my genes and my vasectomy
Between misgiving and mistaking
Between occlusion and dormition
out from a floating ocean
a floating river flows through me
to the transcendent not-to-be

Thursday 18 March 2010


In Poppy Adams' The Behaviour of Moths there is a fine description of an ants' nest, to which ants work frantically to bring pieces of neatly-cut leaf - not to their own larvæ but to a big, bulbous grub which has hacked into and commandeered the ants' communication system.

As it gets even bigger it eats the ants' neglected or dead larvæ, too,
then commands the ants to bear it in a procession to another nest where it will continue its development.

Thus is capitalism.

Wednesday 17 March 2010


The most insidious ill is success,
and here's the paradox:
though now pandemic it cannot be infectious.

Monday 15 March 2010

Sunday 14 March 2010

The gap between the spheres

is the great consciousness between
truth and fiction
sleeping and waking
singing and talking
art and science
imagination and insight
sex and gender
love and happiness
inspiration and expiration
death and glory
desires and terrors
the left brain and the right -

is the universe
of unseen mirrors.

Saturday 13 March 2010

Friday 12 March 2010

Homo sapiens sapiens, never knowingly reasonable

My critique of Reason
is that it is rarely pure -
simply because pure reason
can rubbish the extreme cunning
that we parade under the name
of intelligence.

Thursday 11 March 2010


Stupid scientists
ask how the Universe began
- but not exactly where
their food comes from...

and so it goes,.

Wednesday 10 March 2010


is a cul-de-sac :
Theseus and the Minotaur.

Religion is the best excuse
for enmity and war.

Sunday 7 March 2010

To change the world for the better

- or just to prevent things
from getting worse -
you must start at the beginning
by creating a new Universe.

Saturday 6 March 2010

Listening to the radio

I heard dolmen
instead of doorman.
I'm getting alzheimeristic
and more and more mystic.

Thursday 4 March 2010

Wednesday 3 March 2010

Until yesterday

I thought that Janis Joplin's line
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
was glib rubbish. My reply was
Freedom's just another word for grabbing what you can.

But now I realise that what she was trying
so incompetently to say was that
you have no idea what freedom is if you are still
clinging to comfort, order, things, people or ideas -

in other words, the only freedom is death.

Tuesday 2 March 2010

Monday 1 March 2010

Nearly 99%

of poetry
(it seems to me)
is false.

But maybe
highfalutin' falsehood
is the point
of poetry ?