Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker here since 2008.

Wednesday, 30 March 2011

On a lighter note...

The man who had a free willy
thought people with clothes on were silly
- though not in the snow
where he would not go,
for it made his willy turn frilly.

Tuesday, 29 March 2011


is not too simple a word
to describe the complexity
of our culture.

Monday, 28 March 2011

Sunday, 27 March 2011

It came as no surprise to me

to learn that the Founder of the Church of Jedi
is a teetotal, caffeine-free web-designer.

It comes as no surprise to you
to learn that I have never seen
and never will see Star Wars.

Saturday, 26 March 2011

Even before writing was invented

most human acts were perverted.
Laws - and our lives - are
the shadows of words.

Friday, 25 March 2011

Suicide is simply

taking control of one's destiny
by assuming responsibility
for one's death.

It is one of many useful
life-skills not taught
in schools,

because they are
beyond examination.

Thursday, 24 March 2011

Smug scientists

who think that they truly
make the world a better place
don't seem to notice
the damage that the application
of their discoveries,
and the resulting human overpopulation,
have wreaked on every other species.

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

A government you dislike

is called a régime.
A régime you do (dirty) deals with
is called a government.

Tuesday, 22 March 2011

Monday, 21 March 2011

Strange that the English -

- the most genocidal people
since the fall of Carthage -
think of themselves as paragons
of fairness and compassion,
and beacons of Right Behaviour
to the world.

Saturday, 19 March 2011

The nature of importance

Not much that is important
is factual.
What is important
is numinous.
What is numinous
is beyond the banality
of religion.

Friday, 18 March 2011

Toilet bowls were surely not

meant for adult men to piss in !
(which are too low for face- or hair-
washing comfort) are, on the other hand
the perfect height.

There might emerge, perhaps, a clue
to the craziness of 'western civilisation'
if it could be revealed why men
must miss and piss in toilet-bowls,
and why are there pockets
in pyjama-tops.

Thursday, 17 March 2011


Science is religion without morality.
Religion is morality without æsthetic.
History is the dreadful course
of our violent banality.

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

They're not barbarians at the gate

but the moneylenders' touts -
locked in the temple of our greed:
we're Property's pale louts!

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

The colour-draining

Sodium Enlightenment
makes us all
obsessed with gaining
and complaining.

Monday, 14 March 2011

Some shrines

are empty, moribund,
and others tackily uncanny.
I think a glass of
Mourvèdre* wine -
is a better shrine than many.

(*also known as Monastrell)

Sunday, 13 March 2011

Shipwrecked on the Desert Island

I'll have three books bound neatly into one:
Rilke's Duino Elegies,
late poems of William Butler Yeats -
and much of Emily Dickinson.

Friday, 11 March 2011

Poems that are spoken loud

should not be written down -
apart from The Charge of the Light Brigade
and The Butterfly's Assumption-gown.

Thursday, 10 March 2011

Moses and Monotheism

The formulators of the various
but distressingly-similar
codes of morality
were mostly male
and humourless,
and had no interest in æsthetics
or even beauty -

which is why moralities
are hideously, assymetrically
obsessed by conformity
and duty.

Wednesday, 9 March 2011


everyone is saying
instead of many,
instead of fewer,
and lifestyle
when they really mean
way of life.

But language is just a small part
of the fashion/entertainment
industry, and a helpless victim
of the bureaucratic-jargon

Tuesday, 8 March 2011


Surely not!
- but rather

Although death merely winked at me
I'll go and live with him -
his many mansions in the grave
restoratively dim.

Monday, 7 March 2011

The Burden

Šarūnas Sauka

Though this week I am unreasonably happy
I know that life's a burden, not a gift.
I would not want to be a Bodhisattva.
To ease my living burden I just drift.

Sunday, 6 March 2011

If the world is made of words

the sea is warm and dry -
gush after gush restoring me
till I go gaa... or die

Not remembering the word
I float in fresco-memory...

This is my whisper to the world
which is all that words are not:
Man is just his hubris hurled
out of your melting pot.

Saturday, 5 March 2011


If Apocalypse won't come to Earth
it is our weapon-rich Duty to bring Earth
to Apocalypse.

Friday, 4 March 2011


was the air of heaven -
Became heaven on earth -
Became the American Dream -
Straight line from purity
to hedonism
From a state of grace -
Beauty of soul -
to the biggest business
on the planet -
Yet another oppressive goal
in a shell of shoals
of oppressive goals

Thursday, 3 March 2011

Pop-stars get fabulous

fees to perform privately
for disgusting dictators.

No surprise.

Money attracts money
and the vulgar
attract the tasteless.

Art is the bed

that wealthy violence
sometimes sleeps in.

Wednesday, 2 March 2011