are rarely sane.
Discuss, with reference to Schopenhauer.
but now we must consider
the end of Philosophy and Psychology:
human shame at being human.
One of the first and most brutal slaving nations,
'Little Denmark' has been waging a subtle genocide
against Greenlanders since Iceland
finally gained independence in 1944
(during Nazi occupation).
Contraceptive coils were inserted into their wombs
without either their consent or their knowledge.
Birth-rates plummeted, of course,
and Greenlandic culture almost collapsed
as a result of Danish education forced upon them.
Meanwhile the rich planet-destroyers
keep on breeding and arrogantly consuming.
alias Donald James Wheal (1931-2008) :
“The ideal tyranny
is that which is ignorantly self-administered by its victims.
The most perfect slaves are, therefore,
those which blissfully and unawaredly enslave themselves.”
but was never attracted to balls,
specially not rugby, soccer or cricket balls,
until, forty years old,
I encountered the small, tender.
of a beautiful lover, at a time
when to nuzzle them, even in private,
in that country, still was a crime.
I loved going with my grandmother
to visit her friends – lovely old ladies
in lovely old houses with old furniture.
Now, owning old furniture,
the only person I visit is an old lady
five years younger than me.
|Protest against the Miss World contest.|
The loathsome Bob Hope and the tarted-up Grenadian Ms World.
Now women have to behave like men
submit to the crippling Cosmetics Fraud.
A toot from Mastodon :
His young replacement took my blood-pressure,
asked me my height, my weight, my alcohol intake,
whether or not I smoked, what medication
I have been taking – that's all.
He did not ask what I ate
He did not ask if I
(as an 81-year old living alone)
managed to cut my toenails.
He did not ask if any disease or condition
ran in my family. He didn't ask when I last
had a blood-test. When I told him (unasked)
about my femoral head replacement he only inquired
how long since I had it – not: did I have any pain ?
Needless to say, he did not show any interest in
my eyes, my teeth, or my hearing.
To renew my prescription I'll have to visit
this recently 'qualified doctor' again...
(possibly my last) in a prehistoric way,
I painted neolithic graffiti
(not very successfully)
on an ugly section of wall
opposite my house.
It may fade nicely,
from 1987, by painters born in 1941.
Firstly, Markus Lüpertz's
St Francis Prevents the Extermination of Rats.
Secondly, my Self-portrait as Lazarus with Dog.
“Female genitalia are conspicuously overlooked
in comparison to their male counterparts,
limiting our understanding of sexual reproduction
across vertebrate lineages,” the study’s authors wrote.
I have always liked snakes and spiders.
I have lots of the latter in the house,
and once welcomed a visiting viper.
But she didn't stay,
at least not upstairs. She may be feasting
on mice in the cellar.
and was forced to play rugby football at school
three times a week,
soccer-players were pale and ugly
and didn't have beards.
They also had day-jobs.
Now that soccer-players come in beautiful colours
sometimes with neat little beards –
and therefore look sexy (to me),
and are insanely rich,
still nothing would induce me to take an interest
in any team sport, especially not one
between nation-states, played on a pitch.
*However, as a Berber-lover, I hope that Western-Sahara-seizing Morocco beats genocidal France in today's World Cup quarter-finals in obscene Qatar.
I think of the right riposte to
'Why do you always have to be
different from everyone else ?'
which is 'Why do you all, always
have to be the same ?'
L'esprit de l'escalier, alas,
is not a Medical Problem.
with a vivid imagination and remarkable awareness of how bureaucracy can dash dreams, got her wish when she asked Los Angeles animal control authorities for a license to own a unicorn – if she is able to find one.
The first-of-its-kind permit came with strings attached, however: the mythical creature must be provided ample exposure to sunlight, moonbeams and rainbows and have its horn polished at least once a month with a soft cloth.
'At my first Salem’s Lot signing, I had one customer –
a fat kid who said,
Hey bud, do you know where there’s some Nazi books?’
– Stephen King, who had not arrived with a translation of Mein Kampf, just in case.
'I did a signing to which nobody came, except a guy who wanted to buy some Scotch tape and thought I was the help.'
– Margaret Atwood, who now knows that one should never be without some handy scotch-tape - and that one should dress up for signings.
flew to hideous Doha
bearing thousands of
(mainly masculine) gawpers in thrall
to international and nationalist
testosteronal (and not very beautiful)
ballet with a ball.
When Russian forces entered Chernobyl
very soon after entering Ukraine
they started digging World War One trenches
in the radioactive soil.
Indonesia set to make sex outside marriage punishable by jail
Let's not worry about Climate Catastrophe.
There are far more pressing issues.