Dingo the Dissident

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

Thursday 31 December 2020

In 2020

most people realised
that they were governed by headless chickens,
many of whom were elected !

Wednesday 30 December 2020

Tuesday 29 December 2020


just say NO
to Common Humanity.

(The merely-fortunate,
such as we who are favoured by fate,
are often arrogant in our inanity.)

Monday 28 December 2020

In almost every novel I read

the word wrack appears as a verb.
Dear authors (and journalists)
WRACK (noun) is a type of seaweed
seen around many shores.
There is no verb.
TO RACK (verb) wine, brains or bodies
means (1) to separate sediment in wine by turning bottles
sitting horizontally in a supporting structure
known as a wine-rack;
(2) to torture by means of stretching the body
limb from limb on an apparatus
known as a rack, which was very popular
in mediæval and 'renaissance' Europe.

Jars of spices may rest upon a spice-rack
but (as with a toast-rack)
neither removal of sediment nor torture is involved.


against Covid were developed with amazing speed,
but there will never be inoculation
against even-more-amazing hypocrisy and greed.

Sunday 27 December 2020


from serving
as an unpretty-efficient,
reliable piss-nozzle
approaching senility,
my dick,
like myself all my life,
now greatly enjoys its
pretty-laid-back unemployability.

Saturday 26 December 2020

For as long

as I - one of the world's obscenely privileged -
keep a roof above my head
my Best Friend will remain
my sweet, faithful Bed.

Meanwhile, excavations in Pompeii have revealed
a Roman snack-bar.

Parco Archeologico Di Pompei/EPA

Friday 25 December 2020


has turned into The Emperor's
Dressing-down Box.
Politics is, of course, childish.
But, of course, 'someone has to do it'.

The weakness of democracy
is that it depends upon a well-informed
and intelligent electorate,
which is rare
and may soon be taken into care.

Thursday 24 December 2020

The British Museum

is full to bursting
of Pale Men's Shopping.
Not much of it was paid for
(not even by stolen credit-card
during a hectic Christmas Sale)
- and nobody went to gaol.

The momotheisms

tread and too often cross the fine line
between misinformation
and disinformation.

Wednesday 23 December 2020

Today's Brave New Word.

When I was a stammering child
there were only three categories of 'behaviour' :
normal, maladjusted and bad.  

I was labelled maladjusted
by a Child Guidance Clinic,
though it seems I was just 

Tuesday 22 December 2020

Old Age -

I love it.
I've risen above it,
become a real person again.
I feel more alive
than when I was five -
it's something to do with my brain.

Monday 21 December 2020

Mr Snooty.

I sneer
at veneer -
its falseness,
But I've heard people say
real veneer.
It's quite clear
that such queer
folk are not
in my moral sphere -
nowhere near...

Sunday 20 December 2020


"Within a context of [general] information overload,
doomscrolling is apocalyptic information overload."

"Since the start of the pandemic,

just 651 American billionaires have gained $1tn of wealth.
With this windfall they could send a $3,000 cheque to every person in America and still be as rich as they were before the pandemic.
Don’t hold your breath."

- Robert Reich in The Observer today.

Saturday 19 December 2020

The problem is not the suffering, but the inconvenience caused by the struggle to end it.

 "While the [British] miners were on strike in 1926 [against reduction of pay] a great many people were moved to listen to their case.
Certain high ecclesiastical dignitaries went even so far as to offer to mediate between the mine-owners and the miners.
They were convinced that the terms the coal owners weree attempting to impose upon the miners were unreasonable and would entail much suffering and poverty for hundreds of thousands of miners' homes.
Their efforts failed. The miners were beaten and driven back to work under disgraceful conditions.

"For years these conditions continued. But were those high church dignitaries moved to intervene then ?
Not at all. For them the problem was solved. It had never consisted in the suffering of the miners, but in the fact that the miners were still able to struggle, and therefore created a problem for the rest of the community.
The problem was not their suffering but their struggle."

- Aneurin Bevan, In Place of Fear (1952)

More from that excellent book:

Friday 18 December 2020

I would hate to be represented or remembered by a flag.

Nine-Eleven Twin Towers Memorial.


But I would have had no say in the matter.

The Foolishness of Graham Greene.

"The basic element I admire in Christianity is its sense of moral failure.
That is its very foundation.
For once you’re conscious of personal failure,
then perhaps in future you become a little less fallible."

(from a conversation reported by Nicholas Shakespeare)

Irrelevant and Irreverent Reflections on Great Artists' Names.

The family name of the spellbinding painter van Gogh
does not rhyme with dough,
nor dog, nor rogue, nor with loch (or lough),

and that of the wickedly-saintly Brâncuși
rhymes more with pushy than pussy
or (God forbid!) floozie.

Thursday 17 December 2020

Another Version*

Our eyes are glass birds
in glass cages.
They cannot fly.
They can see out
and have been trained
not to look inward
lest they become feather-brained.

*of an idea worked on seven years ago
while reading Malaparte's

As with horses,

(and, in another sense, houses)
civilisation broke in
and broke our brains,

crushing our natural humanity
with property and fences
and imperative inequality.

Wednesday 16 December 2020

Philosophical feedback loop.

Reason tells us that reason is more rational than instinct.
The application of reason shows us that most of what we call instinct
in humans is learned and instilled behaviour.
Reason tells us that instinct in animals is rational.

Tuesday 15 December 2020

One of many reasons why I hate television

and have never owned a receiver :

When I was a kid, people visited each other
to play Whist and Bridge; there were Whist-drives,
and Bridge-drives - there even were Beetle-drives.

Then came Canasta which I played for hours
with my schoolfriends, Monopoly too,
then Scrabble.  In 1960 my mother and I played
Bézique on the grubby train from Paris to Venice.
I loved Bézique because it, like Pinochle, was a game
that two people could play and enjoy.

TV almost killed off social games not played for money;
the hygienic internet has re-introduced them -
antisocially. No-one and nobody's mother will bring you
a cup of tea or of coffee with biscuits, nor a glass of sherry
or grappa or raki - nothing to make the occasion more merry.

Monday 14 December 2020

Surely not an unusual observation ?

With taps for flushing, domestic washbasins
make perfect urinals for men -
yet we are expected to stand and aim
accurately into a lavatory-bowl -
a feat seldom achieved by the insouciant young
and fairly old.

Sunday 13 December 2020

The DIY Skunk Skin Cap...

"...is a Frontier Fashion Forward Statement."

(I don't think many African-Americans are wearing it,
but it could become a powerful emblem for the BLM movement...)

Saturday 12 December 2020

Even as hunter-gatherers

we changed the landscape,
extinguished species
of animals and plants.
We may not yet be near the end
of our anti-evolutionary trance.


Cattle, goats, sheep and wheat have, until recently, at least,
(along with boat-building anf fire-burning)
been our principal weapons of the fast destruction
which will end only with the last farmer, shopkeeper and priest.

Friday 11 December 2020

Thursday 10 December 2020

Wednesday 9 December 2020


has sent us a gentle warning,
which, unnaturally but of course,
we will ignore.
Worse will come sometime later,
even before the First Water War.

Senility reveals

that memory is not history
but a random collection
and recollection of emotions.

Tuesday 8 December 2020

Charitable inconsistency

is the only viable (because peaceable) 
to the power of ghetto-thinking.

On Environmentalism.

Say you had enough money at your disposal
to save ten thousand square miles
of rain forest (2,590,000 hectares :
smaller than Belgium, larger than Wales) 

or build (anywhere in the world) a brand-new hospital,
and you had to make a choice -
which, dear fellow-human, would you opt for ?
(Above the cacophony of industry,
do you hear the planet's still, small voice ?)

Monday 7 December 2020

Slime mo[u]lds

not only matter: they are all the rage !
Or, as we say in French, le dernier cri.

From a blog:

'I think this might be dog vomit slime mold (Fuligo septica.) That’s an unfortunate name for a very interesting bit of nature. In the plasmodium stage this slime mold is transparent before it goes on to become a sponge-like mass called an aethalium, which is pictured here. An aethalium  is a “large, plump, pillow-shaped fruiting body.” This is also called scrambled egg slime mold because in Mexico, when it is in its plasmodium stage, it is collected and eaten like scrambled eggs. This is usually done on nights with the light of a full moon so the transparent plasmodium can be more easily seen.'

When cars were cars.

You could have moved house in this one.

photo by Jimmy Cram on FlickR


Maybe even now: the tyres aren't bad...

Elegant Entropy.


(Found while 'surfing'.
Unfortunately, I cannot trace the photographer.)

But a Danish photographer's wonderful pictures of clouds of starlings are credited here.

Sunday 6 December 2020

Every day, in every way,

I'm more ashamed of being white

and human.

Musings on a Wet Sunday in December.

The last time I smoked Weed
(just one lungful of a local cultivar)
I felt exactly as I did when I was five:
a puzzled visitor from afar,
not quite sure of what or where I was
and ignorant of the buzz which must have been around me
(Her spoiled bastard; the handless critter;
needs toughening up; needs the corners knocked off him;
needs a man to take him in hand
and show him what is what...)

They got their way - except that I did not
have the corners knocked off me:
they got sharper.  
                           Psychedelics can be
wonderfully, usefully revealing, in the right place
at the right time, in the right 'set'.

Saturday 5 December 2020

I was at least sixty years old

 before I dared to 'dog-ear' a book.

Since then I have not only marked pages with 'dog-ears'
but corrected typos, spelling mistakes, misquotations,
fake French... I have even written comments
in margins and title-pages -
sometimes even in books from a public library...

Yes, I know - I should (even at this late stage in my life)
curb my infantile (?) compulsion to be contrary.


Behind the false-face of equality
lies fake diversity.
Behind that mask
is nothing, nullity.

(inspired by lines written by Fernando Pessoa in April 1933)

Thursday 3 December 2020

Kill Transgressors!

In the Talmud
there is a bizarre, much-quoted exhortation:
'Save one [life, soul] and save the world'
- which to me makes less sense than
'Arbeit macht frei'.

Millions find a kind of freedom (usually from family, or starvation) in work,
though not, of course, in the forced labour unto death
of the Gulag Archipelago or Auschwitz/Birkenau -
and not on the Sabbath, because the prophet Ezekiel declared
that those who work on the day of rest
should no longer  be permitted to draw breath.

Enjoy your meal !



Wednesday 2 December 2020

"I caught this insight on the way

and quickly seized the inadequate words that were closest to hand
to pin it down, lest it fly away again.
But it fluttered and flapped and died in those arid words, 
and now I hardly know when I look at this sorry little corpse
how I could ever have felt so happy when I caught it."

.– Friedrich Nietzsche: Beyond Good and Evil (1886)

What makes modern humans ‘modern’

is the many-millennia-long, slow collapse of co-operativeness
and corruption of altruism
of which capitalism is only a very recent symptom
- and engine.

What makes me human is my regret at being (human).

* * *

The problem with suicide as a philosophical principle
is to judge the appropriate moment - which is not easy
when, despite swimming in the moral and political shit, 
I am feeling buoyant, calm and happy,
and (for my age) very fit.

Tuesday 1 December 2020

'The Environment'

 is not just an elephant we ignore
but the room that we and it are locked in.