Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker since February 2008.
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Tuesday, 20 October 2015

This is the room

and the day-bed in which I would like to die.


16 comments:

Anonymous said...

Me too Raúl

Wofl said...

Shall I let you know when to come and join me, Señor Raúl ?

Anonymous said...

I wish i could go but i am sure you habe plenty of people to be with you Raúl

Wofl said...

Ha! Ha! Do you imagine that Diogenes had any friends ???
I don't have any - just one semi-companion, and a few old acquaintances whom I never see. I shall probably die alone, and that will be fine.

Anonymous said...

Well i think those who post comments in your blog will be very sad in reading your words Raúl

Wofl said...

But I am a very happy man!

Marcus Billson said...

Estoy de acuerdo con Raúl. Tendrás muchos amigos a tu lado cuando el tiempo venga.

Anonymous said...

Good,btw have you heard of octave mirabeau? ,Raúl

Wofl said...

¡ Pero No ! ( no tengo amigos )

Wofl said...

Octave MIRBEAU, friend of Rodin and Monet, somewhat-pessimist writer who thought that men and women could never understand each other nor come to an understanding...

Wofl said...

SOME MIRBEAU QUOTATIONS :

« L'homme se traîne pantelant, de tortures en supplices, du néant de la vie au néant de la mort. »

« Pourquoi redouter le néant ? Pourquoi craindre ce que nous avons déjà été ? Partout la mort est là qui nous guette. N'est-ce point elle qui est la vraie liberté et la paix définitive ? »

« Quant aux poètes, aux philosophes, aux savants qui se torturent l'esprit pour chercher la raison, le pourquoi de la vie, qui l'expriment en formules contradictoires, qui la débitent en préceptes opposés... ce sont des farceurs ou bien des fous... Il n'y a pas de pourquoi... »


« Ô brave et honnête morale, que de bêtises et aussi que de crimes on commet en ton nom ! »

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Anonymous said...

Señor: así que hablas español! Que bien! Raúl

Anonymous said...

Please i want to know what mirbeau says but in english Raúl

Wofl said...

Man drags himself gasping from torture to torment, from the nothingness of life to the nothingness of death.

Why deny nothingness ? Why fear what we have already been ? Death is everywhere watching us - is it not death which is true freedom and utter peace ?

As for poets, philosophers, academic who torment their spirit in search of reason, the meaning of life, who express themselves in contradictions...they are phoneys or madmen. There is no meaning to life.

O brave and steadfast morality! what stupidities and crimes have been committed in your name!

....and some more:

Solitude does not consist in living alone; it consists in living with other people who take absolutely no interest in you.

The poor are the human manure in which grow the harvests of life, the harvests of joy which the rich reap bitterly and of course with utter ingratitude.

The greatest danger of a terrorist's bomb is in the explosion of stupidity that it provokes.