"Liquid Lunch".

Redundancy !  Pleonasmitude !
Luncheon comes from a Middle English word
meaning Midday Drink,
and only much later truncated
and enlarged to Midday Snack.

I have been trying to think

of good things that have come from the USA
to Europe (especially the British Isles,
which have the misfortune of a shared language)
since, say, 1900, and have, so far, come up with nothing
that is not greed-oriented, environment-destroying,
socially-divisive or toxic - except for jazz.

Its legal system is punitive, its penal system vicious,
and as for its quaint and hallowed 18th century Constitution -
why is it that no other country has adopted it ?

I understand President Trump

insofar as he hates the bourgeoisie
even more than I do.
He wants a system of rulers and ruled,
millionaires and poor working proles
(no intellectuals, no hobos)
for him to rule over like a monarch -
and no tiresome middle class people such as those
who wrote the US Constitution -
whereas I would like humans to be just one class
of cheerful non-workers, like Bonobos.

Why I love The Web.

Fun statistical fact: Cows are about 300 times more likely to kill you than coyotes.

Minor side-note to statistical fact: If it was common for people to keep several hundred coyotes on their property and routinely chase them into a corral and handle them, this statistic would be different.

- This is a great summary of ‘conditional probability’, a statistical property which many people grapple with unsuccessfully.
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- This post just made me realize that both coconut trees and vending machines, items often quoted in wacky death statistics, are both things that people often shake vigorously.

(from my favourite tumblr site)

"Knowing oneself"

depends a lot on how you define or think of "self". 
And as for "knowing" - how can we know anything ?
except that we are trapped in "selves" 
which can be turned inside out and liberated
to become molecules of accident-prone freedom.

Osamu Dazai -

an int'resting guy...

"I am convinced that human life is filled with many pure, happy, serene examples of insincerity,
truly splendid of their kind-of people deceiving one another without (strangely enough)
any wounds being inflicted, of people who seem unaware even that they are deceiving one another.”

― Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

Evening sky, from my balcony.

"The intellect of man

is forced to choose
perfection of the life, or of the work,"
wrote William Butler Yeats -
who made some perfect poems
(Byzantium, Sailing to Byzantium,
The Circus Animals' Desertion...)
but certainly did not live life perfectly -
unlike Akhmatova, whose poetry
I (who did not live in Russia under
the sociopathic Stalin Monster)
cannot relate to. Maybe it's the translations
since poetry is so rarely well-translated.

For me, Anna Akhmatova's
life was one of the most impressive poems ever lived.

The rare banana-fish

makes a delicious dish
when baked with snails
and rusty nails,
or boiled with slugs
and Persian rugs
or fried with love and jellied dove,
or dipped in silage
with extra mileage
and eaten with oodles of squish.

Next week I will present exciting recipes

for the extremely rare

                                          fish-foot.

Pornography

is not the cradle of misogyny
but its starter home.

The crudeness of How

creates the illusion of Now.

Like the great Marshall McLuhan

I'm neither optimistic
or pessimistic  -
but cheerfully apocalyptic.

Photo...

of a mural sgraffito
under a by-pass at Caussade
in south-west France.

(taken today)

(click the picture to enlarge)

One of the silliest of sayings

is An Englishman's Home is his Castle.
If that were the case,
A Frenchman's home is Fort Knox.

from today's "Times" of London.

"I have grown old waiting for the Third World War,"
says Roger Boyes.
Now he is sure something is on its way...

Tweet to Prokofiev,

Pope Francis
and a billion others :
castrate Peter,
save the Wolf.

The Sex Habit

is worse than heroin or glue
addiction
because it not only propagates
infections and affliction,
but people, too.

Saviours and Gurus

are demented.

But you can teach an old dog
new tricks.

On prehistoric (?) hut-ruins on Dartmoor (England).

on Facebook:

"Grimspound is such a cool site. I love the fact that you can literally step into a 3,000 year old house... Marvellous. Really gets you back in touch with the ancestors."

Why does anyone want to get in touch with 'the ancestors' ?
Mine would chop me up into little bits, castrate me, burn me alive or throw me to the English.

Whatever happened to Afternoon Tea ?

Women's Work Ethic killed it off.
I so enjoyed it in the 1950s
when my mother came home from teaching infants.
Now I have Afternoon Absinthe
and a small cigar.
I am the Emperor of Au Revoir.

Information does not necessarily have meaning,

and the "information value" of a message
depends in part on the range of alternatives
that were killed off in its choosing.
As in the making of a sausage.

for Raúl in Asunción.

I have just read that Guaraní
is (after Latin)
the second most-used language of taxonomy ?

To have no (or very few) friends

is no big deal.
But to have enemies can be fatal. 
Poor old Joe
(failed-poet and lapsed-seminarian)
Vissarionovich Djugashvili had thousands.

I guess that only human beings

have the bizarre and subtle concept of absurdity,
because we are the only absurd beings.

All languages are difficult

because people are difficult…
and difficulty with people
is unbelievably easy to encounter.

It is probable

that there were more Résistants in Germany
than in France  - but they had been incarcerated
with the communists and Jehovah's Witnesses
well before the start of World War Two.
And they have no ugly monuments
as residue.

Anti-Haiku

Watching my dog shit
I learn that content is more
essential than form.

Up to now

the world has been controlled
(or at least, seriously affected)
by psychopaths, narcissists, fools
and incompetents.  But soon
it will be run by Algo-Oligarchs,
electronic idiots-savants.

Perhaps the greatest

of our several evolutionary errors
is our soul-destroying trick of
compartmentalisation.

I was born a niĞah

but my hair was fair (with a kiss-curl at the front)

my skin was pale bluish-pink

(called 'white' ha! ha!)

and I resisted what I was taught to think,

and my beard’s now dirty silver 

and my house is home to much dog-hair. 

(Or fur, if you prefer.)

And I smell delightful

and am disabusingly blunt.

It 'springs eternal',

Ah, hope!

alias Satan, The Serpent, Lilith...and the Antichrist

- and dope.

I am not a fan of words

nor thought
nor language
nor humanity
(I'm a failed recluse)
nor life
but one of my favourite words is
DISABUSE.

An Image for Easter.

Intelligence

+ Testosterone
= Apocalypse

This is my five-thousandth blog-bleat

in the World-Wide War.