Dingo the Dissident

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

Monday 29 June 2015

The movement of people.

As soon as we have the financial resources
most of us travel, if only to some hideous, peopled beach.
 We are nomadic creatures, and most of our destructiveness
comes from the tensions and frustrations of staying in one place
- apart from the evils that we construct through speech.

Saturday 27 June 2015

Update on Risk Statistics

In Caylus, a small village in south-west France
you are (I was) more likely to fall off a ladder or stepladder
than be "gunned down" by anyone.

Some people, mainly Socialists

used to talk and write about The People
as if about a decent and coherent multitude
with shared values.  Now we know that
The People never existed, but were just
an imaginary peg on which to hang
the high-falutin' yearnings of a tormented section
of the pompous bourgeoisie.

Friday 26 June 2015

For the fortunate

life is an enjoyable Progress
or progression that can only be wrecked
by introspection.

Thursday 25 June 2015

A Christmas Cracker.

'To search for an ultimate cause for anything,
or even a reason to go on living
is emotionally understandable
but intellectually incoherent, if not idiotic.'

Wednesday 24 June 2015


has, for the past two thousand years,
been the world capital of yearning
(wrote Justin Cartright),
and will so continue.

Tuesday 23 June 2015

Cosmic Awareness ?

We are no longer afraid of giants.
Instead, we are in awe of giant Black Holes.

Monday 22 June 2015


are wordless, even when titled.
Yet we talk about them,
talk over them, spray them
with our compulsive
narrative and glibness
instead of blessing or cursing
them with silence. 

Sunday 21 June 2015

Fake Festivals

The zombies converted Mothering Sunday*
to Mothers' Day, then went on to invent
Fathers' Day (yuck!) which, this year, is today,
the longest day - at the beginning of which
thousands of zombies, for no intelligible reason,
watched the sun rise over Stonehenge.

*One of the few days in the year when itinerant farmhands
were allowed to go home.

Saturday 20 June 2015


are published in order to change our attitudes or habits.
Many of them are dodgy.
Here is my dodgy statistic :
0.1% of human beings are sane.
This may be an over-estimation.

Friday 19 June 2015

The Little Free Library

in Saint-Antonin-Noble-Val

is always open.  Just put a book or two in
and take a book or two out.  There is a shelf
of books in Dutch, and two shelves of books
in English, but today I saw only one book in French.

Thursday 18 June 2015


The idea of a role-model never ocurred to me -
unless, perhaps in a vague way, it was Jesus,
who, if not a role-model for thousands at least
is nothing, just an earnest tinker's damn.
Since he almost never is a role-model,
the religion constructed around him
is a putrefying sham.

Wednesday 17 June 2015


One can feel that the past is 'texture'
- or as an impediment - or worse:
a curse.

Tuesday 16 June 2015

The unromantic, unhygienic truth,

In a kiss
saliva passing
from lip to lip
and mouth to mouth:
clots and clouds
of bacteria transmitted
by hand also
to friends, relatives
and strangers in crowds.

Monday 15 June 2015

Patchwork fun.

I went yesterday to a little local patchwork-exhibition.
This was the most original piece:

Saturday 13 June 2015


the obol
in the open orifice
empty as opera
O God
the old oroboulos
in the ordure of Oradour
malodorous Maldoror
round table oaths, orisons,
opinions, circumlocutions
circumscriptions, cisions, stances
cycle of everything
and/or nothing
zyklunical zero

My latest artwork

Rímaldió-Mildóría : L'âme catalane / The Catalan soul

Friday 12 June 2015

Zum anderen Ufer.

Men who feel that other men
are truly other
are pushed by shame
and by those other men's machismo
into a lame
parody of penetrative sex
with other men who feel the same.

Thursday 11 June 2015

Animal Pride

Better to be a contented pig
than a discontented Socrates.

The "Business End" of Bach.

"In the days of J.S. Bach organ bellows were, of course, pumped manually.  This duty was usually only given to fit muscular young men.  They would rouse themselves early in the morning so they could go to the Thomaskirche and blow Kapellmeister Bach’s organ.

"Bach was very particular about which blowers he worked with.  Since he was so fond of his magnificent organ he would play with it for hours at a time.  This required a blower that could match Bach’s endurance.  If the bellows were ever allowed to go limp, he would whip his blower with whips until they were once again fully swollen with wind.  Fortunately, the strapping lads of 18th century Leipzig rarely disappointed Bach.  So grateful was he for their strength and skill, he would frequently reward them with a nice long fugue."

 – Willy Apple

See the pumper and listen to Bach here >>>

Wednesday 10 June 2015

"I have no walks

 to throw away on company,"
wrote the insufferable Thoreau.  
Did the poor man not have a dog
to illuminate his justly misanthropic fog ?

Rome is still falling

and Athens long buried
under the concrete
and the rubble of faith.

Tuesday 9 June 2015

European history

has been unremittingly crammed
with war-crimes, famines, pogroms,
witch-hunts, land-grabs, mass-deportations, genocides
and other crimes against humankind,
domestic and wild animals, forests and the planet.
This is the culture and civilisation
that we are so proud of that we force it into
and make it penetrate and infect the remotest places,
via bombs and blasphemy, religion
and by the education of our victims' victims
so that they will bomb the remaininhg victims
into the totalitarian future.
Our most useful weapons are not our nuclear bombs
or drones,
but schools, museums, art galleries, greed, comfort
and hypocrisy.

Monday 8 June 2015

Poets and philosophers of old

were not generally admired
except in romantic reports
by those who scarcely
or never knew them.
is not unwelcome
when you're tired.

Sunday 7 June 2015

Civilisation :

the extreme
(and extremely comfortable for a few,
extremely uncomfortable for most)


Saturday 6 June 2015

Formal Education

(hence most people's lives)
is like an aeroplane taxiying in fog
and following
the flashing 'Follow Me' van.


is a very poor religion.

Friday 5 June 2015

The Least Unreal

people are the hopeless cases
with whom I cannot connect
for fear of losing my unreality.

Thursday 4 June 2015

Do-it-Yourself Personal Evacuation Facility

or Stool-chair
for person with damaged lower limb.

Equipment required:

One typical French dining-room chair with removable (usually straw) seat.
Four pieces of wood appropriately fashioned (e.g. 4 slats from a discarded modern bed) and saw to correct lengthssee photos.)
One bucket, ideally one already used to contain 'grey water' for garden use.


1. Remove straw seat
2. Position two shorter slats to accommodate buttocks, thus making the unpatentable contraption nevertheless maximally-adjustable
3. Support slop-bucket on two lower (and longer) slats.

5. remove bucket

…Et Cætera, then flush evacuation down conventional porcelain installation (known as a water-closet) which it is not advisable to use in circumstance of lower-body trauma.

On the bright side.

Before standing on a chair one day
(to adjust a gew-gaw on a beam)
and falling a full fifty centimetres
to the floor,
I despised all living humans - except two.
Now, twelve days later,
smelling (unsurprisingly) of Old Man
I despise all but one.
Looking on the bright side, however,
I have finally mastered the amazing
virile art of pissing while prostrate
into what in France is called, delightfully,
un pistolet.

Wednesday 3 June 2015

After a week of morning Nescafé

I find that it's acceptable...
have difficulty remembering
the taste of real coffee.
This is how
totalitarian systems work.