Dingo the Dissident

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

Saturday 31 December 2016

"To found a great empire

for the sole purpose of raising up a people of customers,
may at first sight appear a project fit only for a nation of shopkeepers.
It is, however, a project altogether unfit for a nation of shopkeepers,
but extremely fit for a nation whose government is influenced by shopkeepers."

- Adam Smith: Wealth of Nations (1776).

Friday 30 December 2016

Pentti Linkola, true prophet of doom:

"Not only has he called alcoholics, bums and druggies the real life conservationists, he has stated in the article Vuotos ja Suomen Kuvalehti that « It is always better to be unemployed than to work for something destructive ». As one reader of Linkola, Arto Tukiainen, nicely pointed out, a hell for him would be a sweltering throng of people sweating at their jobs.

Linkola has a long history in questioning the significance of employment. In the 1960 article Runo-Suomi vai hyvinvointivaltio he declares that a «mass psychosis» is being developed, making every one who is not employed for each day of the year, everyone who is not participating in the « blazing bustle » as he wonderfully calls it, complain bitterly. In the same article, he boasts he has never had a regular job for more than four months in a year. To him it’s only expected that some fields of profession do not offer enough work year-round. A regular all-year job with the pitiful holidays it offers is, for Linkola, a terrible disaster for the mind and spirit."


"With its every technological invention, celebrated innovation, mankind has made itself useless and alienated itself from the natural world. In recent years progress has been break-neck. Man has been successful in obliterating the roles of producer, refiner, transporter, distributor and serviceman. When we succeed in doing away with the consumer, everything will be finished. A short time of clicking robots. Then a great silence."

"Democracy merely follows the whims and caprices - alias The Will - of the people. The consequences are frightening. The suicidal society that we see around us is what follows. Democracy is the meanest of all known social systems, the cornerstone of the tower of doom. Therein the unmanageable freedom of production and consumption and the desires of the many is not only allowed, but also elevated as the highest of values. The most incomparably serious environmental disasters occur in democracies. Any kind of dictatorship is always superior to democracy, being less likely to lead to utter destruction, because it restricts the individual and the group, their whims and fashions, one way or other. When individual freedom reigns, the human being is both killer and victim."

Thursday 29 December 2016

The neglected art of the book-cover.

click to enlarge

My own design for the front cover of my first book, Tide and Undertow, 1975.
The background is a facsimile of a draft of a translation from Rimbaud.

Wednesday 28 December 2016

Apart from the tomato and other edibles

(including Lophophora williamsii),
the best thing to come out of North America
is Canada.

Tuesday 27 December 2016

After a poem by Martial*

No wonder that the luscious
Celia likes to do the deed
with late-castrated eunuchs -
she'd rather have the frolics
and the risk-free fucks
and lusty although sterile seed
than so burdensomely breed
and have long years of angst and bother
being a failure as a mother!

* First-century Iberian poet who wrote epigrams in Latin.

Monday 26 December 2016

All liberties

demand responsibility,
not least because they were fought for,
often bitterly..
Freedom of speech, for example,
requires the libertarian to read
and carefully consider
the arguments and statements
of those who disagree with him or her.

Sunday 25 December 2016

Christmas is the proof

of the stupidity of crowds.
More non-Christians than Christians "celebrate" it.
It does more harm to body and soul than
sugar, flour, unnatural fats and alcohol.
Jesus would hate it
since he hated heredity, hierarchy and priests,
dynasticism, wealth and hereditary positions,
republics, democracies and governments,
powers and principalities;
was anti-natalist (and would have inveighed against
birthday celbrations),
shockingly anti-family,
and even if he didn't castrate himself
would advocate mass-vasectomy.

Saturday 24 December 2016

A lovely map of Europe

as Queen of the World
with orb (Sicily) and sceptre
drawn in the 16th century
by Heinrich Bunting of Hannover,
a white, male German:

click to enlarge

Friday 23 December 2016

Seneca the Stoic, he say:


- one of the tiles featuring quotations from Seneca
in the little square dedicated to him
in his home-town Córdoba.

(Something that modern Spaniards should heed
with regard to their treatment of greyhounds
and carriage-horses.)

Wednesday 21 December 2016

A long blog today.

I sent the URL of Mr Mean-Spirited's blog to this blog's loyal supporter,
and he wrote this personal e-mail:

I've been puzzled by the link you sent me in your last email.  

In the probably fictional story about Diogenes of Sinope asking Alexander the Great to get out of the way and stop blocking his sunlight, Diogenes understood or would have understood who Alexander the Great was and the abrasive insult he Diogenes was giving.  Diogenes also implicitly understood his own sense of being a maverick, being understood in his time and place as being a respected philosopher, or at least a respected oddity, eccentric, who spoke the truth and made sense.  By the same token, Diogenes understood he would not be punished, ridiculed, or killed by the most powerful man in the Greek world.  He understood that Alexander's respect and Greek tradition would protect him.  Diogenes understood an important presupposition of Greek thought.  Language is a means to the praxis of consensus, a means of creating a consensus about what is, a means of appealing to and using that consensus as communication of agreed upon facts as facts, and that communication was only possible if the "real," perhaps a fiction itself, was this consensus based on a shared reference to ascertainable facts.  In other words, there was a kind of truth that referenced a shared agreement on the experience of what is and what isn't, i.e., what is fact.

The truth of Diogenes and the truth of your blog wrestles with the entire ambiguity of truth by revealing and uncovering what is really true and thereby exposing what is really false.  The process employs paradox, irony, and insight, depth, wisdom, and intelligence.  That kind of exposure exists NOWHERE in Trump's rhetoric.  I am surprised you have been so misled, but then I am certain you in Europe have been spared the interminable, self-reflexive, self-congratulatory, bombastic, narcissistic rants of a full Donald Trump speech.  

The diatribe and vitriol expressed in your suggested link are precisely the diatribe and vitriol Trump continually expressed during the election, making the important assumption that like Diogenes there was a tradition and a respect that would guarantee a lack of retribution, a kind of immunity.  Trump lied and exaggerated and lied.  He appealed to people's hatred and fears rather than their logic and desire for our common welfare.  Repeatedly, the American press revealed that 73% on average of the claims Trump made in his Hitlerian rallies were provable falsehoods.  Almost three million more Americans, the majority of those who voted, chose Hillary Clinton.  The vagaries of the electoral college gave the minority candidate the win.

I do not understand how a man of your intelligence, who so carefully researches and presents so many fascinating facts about so much interesting information can defend Mr. DT (his initials now turned around in the US to denote the delirium tremens of his fantasy world).  Trust me, you have been exposed to little of the information precisely because you are so far away.  You don't have television.  You have never seen an entire Trump rally (as I am certain you never saw an entire Hitler speech or rally).  Your access is limited.  Your information is limited.

Cynically, you have written that it is good he has shaken things up.  Indeed he has.  But consider this: When Trump refuses to pay the US national debt (at 13 trillion dollars or is it 17?), owed to foreigners, a key financial tactic he has employed in his many bankruptcies (he is by no means as rich as he says he is) of paying pennies on the dollar of his owed debts, and when world markets and currencies tumble as a result, whatever state subsidies you receive will vanish in value--at the very least.  The US, Canada, Russia, and Brazil are the only countries on the globe with the natural resources to survive without reliance on any one else, including each other. The US and Russia as Trump's new lover, have the military power to enact their will anywhere. The dystopia that you have imagined and have suggested awaits in the shadows is potentially nearer than you think.

Get the facts, my man.  Think.  You can call me an alarmist.  Okay.  Enjoy your wine, your music, your reading, your rhubarb crumbles, your access to the world, your audience, and may they not be in as much jeopardy as I think they are, my feisty Irishman who lives so far away!

This is my reply:

Mr Mean-Spirited reflects, I think, Middle-American attitudes: the blacks are getting uppity again, Family Values are being destroyed by homos, we’re being swamped by Latinos, etc. etc.   

Jim Crow is not very recently dead, just biding his time.  Mr Mean-Spirited won’t travel by airplane any more because he can’t carry his gun on board !

You don’t realise the degree of Schadenfreude towards Big Brother USA that exists potentially in Europe.  Many ordinary people would be thrilled at the collapse of the American economy, and would only realise too late that they had to pick up the pieces.  But the pieces would not be that big – certainly not for people like me.  Of course the internet would eventually collapse for lack of hardware, but it could be argued that it has had its day.  People living in the countryside would hardly be affected: Europe could survive much better than Cuba, and look how well it survived!  In fact, the economic collapse of the US would be a fantastically good thing for climate change: China would go bankrupt too, so no more coal-fired power-stations.  India would go back to its fairly sane existence between 1947 and, say, 1987.  Russia would lose its oligarchs and revert (like Ireland) to the not-so-dreadful state it was in just before WW1.  California (already a bubble-state sailing in its cloud of self-congratulation towards The Singularity) would become a country in its own right, exceeding Switzerland, Holland and Belgium in its liberalism.  Texas and Florida might become fascist republics, and New York might declare itself an International Zone (a turbo-charged and very rich version of Tangier or Panama).  New Mexico might decide to re-join Mexico, which would then become rich from the legal and more-or-less controlled/taxed production of marijuana, financed by tobacco companies which would move south.

It might also be a good thing for the threatened EU – or else (as John Gray hopes) it too might break up or become a mere trading area with only food to trade.  Not a bad thing.  We would still get oranges from Morocco as in the 15th and 16th centuries.  Former refugees might drift back towards the new Caliphate in Baghdad, Tehran or Damascus.  Sa’udi Arabia etc. would go back to being a nasty little desert kingdom. And plastic bags might become units of currency…  Fabulous and wholesome  recipes for nettles would be invented, and wolves would again be heard around Caylus.

Tuesday 20 December 2016

Sunday 18 December 2016

I must almost-guiltily confess

that I am one of those people who, infuriatingly, have "a charmed life".
I managed, without intention and despite
my Ulster Protestant middle-class background and dreadful private school,
"by chance", successfully to avoid employment, marriage,
success, achievement, wealth (and their appalling train of tribulations)
to by-pass merit and meritocracy and, despite Bureaucracy,
become a Cosmopolitan Déclassé
living a hermetic life of invisible and ironic fun,
on very little money from the British Militarist State
in fructiferous. sensual south-western France.
This has been pure luck -
partly accounted for by being born out of wedlock in 1941.

Friday 16 December 2016

People are very good

at following rules,
which is why we programme them
by sending them to schools.

Thursday 15 December 2016


is not wisdom
any more than is 'good sense',
nor are the wise
necessarily astute,
or even smart.
But they will always be apart.

Wednesday 14 December 2016

Just as I think that

life is not a linear narrative
but a series of interlocked experiential quanta,
so I think that happiness
is a more or less continuous
series of small, discrete pleasures
of the eye, the ear, the skin,
the tongue and the intellect.

Tuesday 13 December 2016

Diogenes, he say:

'twixt orgasm and ejaculation
floats The Word:
The Deity Delusion
is absurd.

(For most people
life is less like truffles,
more like turd.)

Sunday 11 December 2016

The rich

seek 'happiness' as their right.
The rest of the world
doesn't even ask for happiness,
just for a lessening of pain.

Saturday 10 December 2016


moral inertia;
mental hyperactivity -

except that many well-paid jobs now involve no activity whatever
(and very little responsibility)
thus are, effectively, Non-jobs.

Friday 9 December 2016

The Bad News

and the compulsiveness
is killing the world.

The Good News:
"hygiene" is killing humans
(but very, very slowly).

Thursday 8 December 2016

I simply can't

understand how people can buy crap
and third-rate kitsch and ugliness
merely in order to sell it to crap-lovers,
especially at Christmas.
Have they no shame ?

Wednesday 7 December 2016

In the middle of my last night

in my decayed Irish home
a rat climbed on to the duvet
(on the futon on the floor)
to say Goodbye.
No, it was not a dream.
I left her a bar of chocolate(80% cocoa)
as a token of my esteem.

Tuesday 6 December 2016

I recently read

that in the later Middle Ages
more women were immured in European convents
than in Ottoman and non-Ottoman harems.

Saturday 3 December 2016


are not the good,
the magic, or the holy
but only

Friday 2 December 2016

If hermits

were not self-promotional
we would not have heard about them.

Thursday 1 December 2016

Some things sometimes get a bit better.

When I went to school
some teachers smoked pipes
while teaching,some
called some pupils Fatso
and one had a dog called Nigger.
A dark shade of brown
was also called Nigger.
Sometimes I was called Weird
but not Qweir.

(You've guessed my surname ?)

Tuesday 29 November 2016

Monday 28 November 2016

Not Clytemnestra, not Medea, nor Helen, mother of Constantine

The worst woman in history
said one of the best things ever:
There is no such thing as society.

Nor is there any such thing as identity.

Sunday 27 November 2016

"Poetry in Motion".

Whoever described football (soccer)
as poetry in motion
had not studied much of either.

Thursday 24 November 2016

Tuesday 22 November 2016

The "Security" Industry

The world is safer (for humans only) than it has ever been,
but not because of the industry with the rosiest future.

Monday 21 November 2016

Down with 'Genealogy' !

Study of mitochondrial DNA
shows that most people in Western Europe
are not only distantly related to each other,
but to, for example, Charlemagne, Francis of Assisi
and everyone who lived in Europe in mediæval times.
The false tracing of ancestry through male lines only
should be seen as both sexist and racist,
and should become an offence. 

Sunday 20 November 2016

Words, words, words

As y'all know, I'm Awfully Interested in words,
especially words with a bizarre history,
such as Dunce from Duns Scotus the Hiberno-Scottish theologian
and Donkey from Duncan, another slur on Celts (whoever they are).
Today I discovered that Fanny is a direct borrowing
from the Rhône-Alpes region of France.
A Fanny [sic] was a board painted with the crude or refined
likeness of female buttocks
which a non-scorer in a game of Boules or Pétanque had to kiss
(such cruel and unusual punishment!).

There are more and more-directly derived
French expressions in American
(from New France and Louisiane)
than in BritIrish English,
so Fanny = buttocks in the US, whereas in the British Isles
whither it came from the US, it means vulva.
Fanny is a diminutive form of Frances,
just as Willy and Dick are diminutive forms of William and Richard.

A Fanny from 1920

The different British naval-slang sense came from Fanny Adams,
a woman who had been brutally murdered and dismembered,
and had the further indignity of giving her name to
tins of mutton disliked by sailors.
The cans were re-used for eating from and cooking with. [1]

Thursday 17 November 2016

Vindicated again!

Each of us contains three times more microbial cells
than human ones - thirty trillion, in fact. Most microbes
are beneficial, some are essential.  The modern insanity
of applying anti-microbial gels and sprays, not to mention
deodorants, bleach and soap,
is turning rich, self-pampering humans into bundles of allergies
rare conditions and cancers.
Some people won't eat what has been on the floor
thinking it foul and profane!
I think it's because I was brought up in a culture of "good clean dirt",
and almost never take baths or showers (or anti-'flu vaccines)
and wear the same socks for weeks
that I'm so healthy and sane.

Wednesday 16 November 2016

Alternative History

There may have been one,
male or female,
or very many more than one
male or female
who called Attila the Hun
not just 'conqueror', but also
'sweetie-pie' and 'honey-bun'.

Tuesday 15 November 2016

Sunday 13 November 2016

Saturday 12 November 2016


has nothing to do with poppies or cocks,
but with Dutch crap;
and balderdash has nothing to do with
a handsome Nordic hero;
and the typically facile After the first death there is no other
(from Dylan Thomas) is tosh and poppycock and balderdash
of the First Order.

Friday 11 November 2016

Back in the 1980s

an English journalist declared
that the two most deadening words
in the English language were
Northern Ireland.
Now we have advanced
to a single - and more dreadful - word:

Thursday 10 November 2016

One of the many delights of being old

is being "vulnerable".
I am looking forward to being "fragile",
even as I am, as ever, agile.

Wednesday 9 November 2016

Tuesday 8 November 2016

One of the most faithful followers of my blog

wrote to say that she liked this little poem of mine.
So I shall give it another 'airing'.

Because I sometimes talk to Death
and not to God
the latter says I am a Fraud.
The Former kisses me
on bended knee -
I hold my breath.