Dingo the Dissident

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

Tuesday 30 November 2010

The problem with 'science'

is that it is entirely logical
but far from entirely rational,

because conflict, not peace,
is the foundation of

Monday 29 November 2010

They label you

if you dare to criticise
the cretinisation of
whole populations
brainwashed by mass-
education, and of course
the press, and especially TV
- not to forget the universities
of age-old stupidities.
Elitist I am proud to be.

Sunday 28 November 2010

Tuesday 23 November 2010

Monday 22 November 2010

Sunday 21 November 2010

Friday 19 November 2010

Thursday 18 November 2010

Wednesday 17 November 2010

Winding Forward

I'm losing me
I don't care
I'm losing care

At last: to sever!

Only the stupid
live forever

Tuesday 16 November 2010

Faith, hope and fondness -

these three
tend not to fall away:
the first is stupid, even cowardly;
the second a little less stupid;
but the third is real.

Sunday 14 November 2010

Philip Larkin :

one of the greatest
since Kafka
had pretty astute
opinions about his almost-terse
but undemanding verse.

He was too self-knowing
to call it art.

He preferred MacNeice to Yeats,
so had handicapped himself
right from the start.

Saturday 13 November 2010

Friday 12 November 2010

I'm going to fix

my dinner.
But it wasn't broken.
It didn't even exist.
Maybe I'll drop dead before it is fixed.
It will then belong to the
Kingdom of the Unfixed Nothingnesses.

Don't we all ?

Thursday 11 November 2010

Wednesday 10 November 2010

To those who whinge

about taxes, pensions
school fees, and the
Cost of Living
I suggest
you get a life

Go out and beg

Tuesday 9 November 2010


Happiness, faithfulness, love :
three concepts
which contribute importantly
to their opposites.

Monday 8 November 2010

Just deserts

If Gaia was so misguided
as to evolve us,
then, I have to say,
reluctantly and sadly,
she pretty well deserves
what we're doing to her.

Sunday 7 November 2010

with no apologies to Ian McMillan

Today, for the first time
I heard someone described as
a Stand-up Poet.
It made me think
of the urinals in Florence's
magnificent railway station
and urgent men
in commodious cubicles
without locks
and with flamboyant
erect and generally
boring cocks.

Saturday 6 November 2010

You couldn't make it up

a True Nonsense Poem about hunches and guts
found on the BBC News Website.

An ambitious project to assemble poets from all of the Olympic nations in 2012
has been launched in London.

Simon Armitage, the poet behind the idea, said: "My hunch is this will be
the biggest poetry event ever - a truly global coming together of poets."

The unique congregation, called Poetry Parnassus,
would take place at the Southbank Centre for a week during the 2012 Olympics.

It is hoped more than 200 poets - from all continents - will take part.

"It's insanely ambitious," said Armitage, the Southbank Centre's artist in residence.
"There are political issues, geographical issues, linguistic issues all to be overcome."

He said that for Tuesday night's launch, part of the Poetry International 2010 festival,
poets from almost every continent had been invited to perform.

“We couldn't get a poet from Antarctica.
My gut feeling is that there are poets absolutely everywhere.”

Friday 5 November 2010

In Memoriam P.A.L.

- for men at least -
is Doing the Business.

O for a life
without business!

Thursday 4 November 2010

Reality and legend

As belief in unicorns waned,
Denmark, which had enriched
herself by selling, at still-unmatched
prices, Greenlandic narwhal-horn
(of which the royal throne is fashioned),
became ever less significant
as an European nation.

Wednesday 3 November 2010

Tuesday 2 November 2010

Dogs control their feelings

far better than do humans.
We'd rather control dogs
and each other,
the weather
and the world.

Monday 1 November 2010

I have learned far more

by reconsidering
what I don't like,
than by wanting or getting
what I like.

(But of course, I don't live
on a giant rubbish-tip
in Nigeria.)