Dingo the Dissident

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

Saturday 30 September 2017

Friday 29 September 2017

On e-bay

I got (very cheap) a super-duper Sony tuner-amplifer
with Surround Sound capability, and lots of inputs and outputs
and throughputs.  It works well for my modest requirements
which include, importantly, Surround Silence.

Thursday 28 September 2017

“The Düsseldorf Vampire”,

Peter Kürten, asked the Cologne prison psychiatrist in 1931 if –
after his head was sliced off by the guillotine –
he would be able to hear, just for a moment,
the gush of his blood from his neck. 
He was told that, most likely, it would be the last
and perhaps most exciting sound to reach his ears.

Wednesday 27 September 2017

When I am unwell,

my caring, sharing, tiring, demanding and devoted dog lies
on top of me and bestows
a laying-on of paws.

Tuesday 26 September 2017

Saturday 23 September 2017

Sigmund Freud wrote that

the satisfaction of a 'savage desire'
is incomparably more pleasurable
than the satisfaction of a civilised one.
But it is civilisation that produces
ever wilder and more destructive desires.

Friday 22 September 2017

Kustodiev: Portrait of Kardovsky.

Dmitry Kardovsky looks just a bit like me.
Alas! even though he admired Mikhail Vrubel
he was not a very inspired or original painter -
which may be why he kept out of trouble
and survived as a professor until 1943.

Thursday 21 September 2017

Testosterone ?

Men seem to find it more difficult to be male
than women (oppressed by men, each other,family, marriage
and their own fertility) do to be female.

Wednesday 20 September 2017

Tuesday 19 September 2017

Haiku (on anticipation of death) by Issa.

The old snake turning
towards the western paradise
enters his burrow.

(Irish version)
The old snake turning
towards Tír na n'Óg goes
into his burrow.

Monday 18 September 2017

Long live sharks!

These Ridiculously Long-Lived Sharks Are Older Than the United States, and Still Living It Up

In an evolutionary sense, sharks are among Earth’s oldest survivors; they’ve been roaming the oceans for more than 400 million years. But some individual sharks boast lifespans that are equally jaw-dropping. Incredibly, deepwater sharks off the coast of Greenland appear to have been alive and swimming back in Shakespeare’s day 400-plus years ago—making them the longest-lived of all known vertebrates.

Bristlecone pines can live to be 5,000 years old. Sea sponges can live for thousands of years. One quahog, a hard-shelled ocean clam, died in 2006 at the age of 507. But among vertebrates, the long-lived skew much younger. Bowhead whales and rougheye rockfish can live for up to 200 years, and a few giant tortoises may also approach the two century mark.
Now it seems that Greenland sharks more than double even these remarkable lifespans, scientists report today in Science.
The reason for the sharks’ unfathomably long lives has to do with their lifestyles. Cold-blooded animals that live in cold environments often have slow metabolic rates, which are correlated with longevity. “The general rule is that deep and cold equals old, so I think a lot of people expected species like Greenland sharks to be long-lived,” says Chris Lowe, a shark biologist at the California State University at Long Beach. “But holy cow, this takes it to an entirely different level…”
(read more: Smithsonian Magazine)
photograph via: NOAA Okeanos Explorer Program

Friday 15 September 2017

This armpit...

And maybe also after 9 years -
but I don't expect to live that long.

Thursday 14 September 2017

Now 76,

I can cheerfully announce
that there are two things I do not know:
1. Everything
2. Nothing.

Wednesday 13 September 2017

Genealogy (a birthday poem).

Like almost everyone,
'I come from a long line of nobodies'.
My last Famous Forebear
was Abel.

Tuesday 12 September 2017

Only in America ?

"Tampering with or disabling toilet cameras is a Federal Crime
punishable by a fine of up to $3,000."

Monday 11 September 2017

"Dating" - a peculiar mid-twentieth-century American expression and practice.

When I was twenty, I met the only woman in my sex-life
on a live-in summer job in Copenhagen.
So I never "dated" anyone,
not even men I found sexy
when I "came out" vingt ans après.
I brought them home, or they brought me to their homes
immediately.  Or else we parted courteously.
I never understood the "dating concept" -
was it to do with calendars or palm-trees ?
Immediate invitation to dinner, bed and breakfast -
is, I rather think, very different from "dating".

Sunday 10 September 2017

Saturday 9 September 2017

The Educated Poor

(a regrettably rare demographic)
know both the price
and the value
of most things.

Friday 8 September 2017

My friend Jindra

had this on his Facebook timeline
way back in July:

I have just come back from a short vacation up North [Ontario, Canada].
This woodcarving fascinated me.

"We are explorers from England. We mean well."
"We are not amused, neither are we stupid. Get the fuck out of here !"
"Big Bear, I am sick to my stomach about them coming here."

"Let me write this down. I find his attitude deeply offensive, Captain."

© Jindřich & Dína Hrdliča & Anthony Weir (with Asterix) MMXVII

Thursday 7 September 2017

No tree shall be felled

to publish anything I write
(poetical, tendentious, sententious or trite)
which shall stay insubstantial
in the margin of the virtual.

Wednesday 6 September 2017

Doctors are

like "gateway drugs".
The more you visit them
the more you need them.

Monday 4 September 2017

Haiku after Kobayashi Issa.

Writing trash about
moonlight for the bourgeoisie
is no kind of art.

[Issa wrote 54 haikai on snails, 15 on toads, nearly 200 on frogs, about 230 on fireflies, more than 150 on mosquitoes, 90 on other kinds of  fly, over 100 on fleas, and nearly 90 on cicadas, making a total of about one thousand verses on such creatures.]

Sunday 3 September 2017

Haiku after Bashō.

Rather than the leaves,
we admire gaudy flowers
on our planet of pain.

Friday 1 September 2017

Graham Greene

wrote in his autobiography:
'All life long my instinct has been
to abandon anything for which I had no talent.'

If only a few million more people would be so wise !