Dingo the Dissident

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

Monday 30 September 2019

Nazi Logic

Abnormals and Mutants should not be seen by Normal People.
(This was not much in dispute for at least a hundred years.)

So they, whether hare-lipped or stammerers,
with Down's Syndrome or Cerebral Palsy,
must be locked away from sight.

Keeping one of these in an institution
costs as much as training a soldier.
So it is best to get rid of them altogether,
by or after performing Useful Experiments on them.

Those Useful Experiments informed modern psychiatry,
and most of the experimenters became respectable citizens
in the USA as well as Germany.

Sunday 29 September 2019

Very difficult for some.

You don't need to know people
(unlike animals)
- you only need to like them.

Saturday 28 September 2019

What is Hope ?

and faith-in-emotion
apparently justified by
the very rarity of its realisation.

Thursday 26 September 2019

Wednesday 25 September 2019

Over a third of American motels

are owned by Gujarati Patels.
And some are utterly disgusting.

(see Paul Theroux: Deep South pp. 159-163)

Tuesday 24 September 2019

I wonder how the English language

has continued for so long
without the word I heard this morning:

"For the old

nothing is shocking except
the obvious repetition of human stupidity..."
wrote Paul Theroux
        in Deep South (2015).

But that last shock soon dissipates, too.

Monday 23 September 2019

For all their 'individualism'

most people have very little individuality.
In the global homogeneity of European cultural
totalitarianism, few people are worth knowing.

Sunday 22 September 2019

"Scientists have picked up a radio signal from the other side of the universe

It's from a galaxy like our own that's 8 billion light-years away."

This seems to be easier (or at least more exciting)
than picking up visual and verbal signals
from creatures on this little planet.

Plus ça change...

Saturday 21 September 2019

Jacques Brel : Les Bourgeois

I don't know why people
(not just the French)
liked him or his songs.

He seems to me unlikable, unpleasant,
falsely semi-literate,
and quite the opposite of Georges Brassens.

He did not like pigs.

Pigs are not like like bourgeois people,
but beautiful, sweet-natured, intelligent, affectionate
- and don't get stupider as they get older.

whereas humans becoine
'progressively' colder.

Les bourgeois c'est comme les cochons
Plus ça devient vieux plus ça devient bête
Les bourgeois c'est comme les cochons
Plus ça devient vieux plus ça devient...

Friday 20 September 2019

One of the stupidest

and nastiest
most hypocritical
and unforgivable
human sayings :
The worm forgives the plough [plow].

Thursday 19 September 2019


is a desperate tactic
employed by the weak against the strong
 for the simple reason
that the weak are deprived of the means to employ any other method.

Wednesday 18 September 2019

Tuesday 17 September 2019

The more we crowd the earth, the more we separate from each other.

Being naive and ever-trusting,
having (like my mother)
taken people at face-value
or judged them by their faces,
it is only now, having read so many
(mostly literary, mostly perceptive)
novels in my 78 years of life
I have come to understand
that, if you are innerly rich,
other people are best avoided

lest you be looted
or sucked dry.

Monday 16 September 2019

I am in

the where of no,
the microscopic who of ever,
the what of not.

Sunday 15 September 2019

Saturday 14 September 2019

Most men

seem to worship their willies
and their Power of Reproduction.

Some men used to
wave their rather distressed
willies at other men
hoping for connection

of sexual kind
at least
or at best.

Friday 13 September 2019

It is quite ridiculous

to keep postponing suicide
because you enjoy your life too (though not) much.
Every pleasure that we take
is at someone else's, some other creature's
pain and sorrow,
some other forest's misery and death.
Every day we steal tomorrow.

Thursday 12 September 2019

Robin Hood.

"If I didn't shop-lift
and buy second-hand
I wouldn't have money
to give to the homeless."

Wednesday 11 September 2019

As we get richer

(and anyone who reads this
is richer than a Roman Emperor)
the world gets poorer.

As we get richer
we get drabber
and deafer and blinder
(but, alas! not dumber -
we are the Shouting Species).

As we get richer
we get meaner
and ever more demanding

and Nature
is reduced to little more
than branding.

Tuesday 10 September 2019

Not a good social strategy.

I tend to be complaisant,
seem 'easy-going' -
but 'down the line'
I burst into anger
when my complaisance is  imperiously,
unacceptably exploited,
taken for granted.

This is how I lose friends.

They then say I am 'difficult', 'cantankerous'.
All because I cannot say No at the outset
because of an anxiousness to please, a timidity
which the French,
with their mots-justes call 'farouche'.
The English have many nice metaphors,
such as 'a square peg' (in a round hole).

Now I simply 'keep my distance' from people
whilst admiring their dogs,
and hoping that, for the next few years,
there won't be any pogroms
of the Unsocialised.

I have developed a condition which I call

Late-Onset Acquired Autism.

Monday 9 September 2019

I'm more a homey

than a hopey person
which is why I'm often
almost happy -

given that happiness is merely
an inward projection
of  (by definition
impossible) perfection.

Sunday 8 September 2019

Saturday 7 September 2019

The weeping truth.

If we were serious
in our concern about climate-change,
the Sixth Extinction of Species,
and "the end of civilisation [as we know it]"
we would (at the very least)
sterilise ourselves and boycott supermarkets.
But, truly, unsurprisingly, hardly anyone truly cares.
All we want is luxury now - and more luxury to come -
and 'may the devil take disaster'.

Few sounds
are more sinister
than human laughter.


I have attached the picture referred to in the comment below :

Friday 6 September 2019

Thursday 5 September 2019

People are whining

about 'global warming'
while expensively breeding,
and needing to live off
calamitous farming.

Wednesday 4 September 2019

Tuesday 3 September 2019

Navajo 'Sand Paintings'.

Some time ago I was given a Sand Painting which was signed
James C. Joe.  It languished in my cellar until recently,
when I looked up this guy via Messrs. Google.
It turns out that he is known among collectors
and the Navajo.  He lived in Shiprock (NM)
and may have been the first to make sand paintings to sell.
He has or had a son called Eugene Baatsolanii Joe
who is (or was) fully commercial.

Sand Painting was until quite recently a religious act,
part of a complicated rite involving chant.
The resulting images were destroyed afterwards.
Now, inevitably, they have become undervalued items of commerce.

Here is the painting in my possession.  It still has quite a strong religious element,
although it was not created as part of a soul-healing ritual.

I found a similar one via Messrs. Google :

Later ones may be seen on https://rijim.com/navajo_art.htm.

see also: 

                    Navajo Sand Painting (1)



Hello Kitty

The power of cute
depends entirely on commodification.
Nothing has power
without selling-power
or, on the other hand, repression.


Monday 2 September 2019

The Stupid and The Clever.

The stupid are checking Facebook on cellphones.
The clever are studying the interstellar origins of life
or the palæolithic brewing of woad...
and nobody cares about the (largely-windowless)
Detention Centre down the road.

Sunday 1 September 2019


is a myth.
is quite different

not least because it exists.