Dingo the Dissident

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

Thursday 30 May 2024

Wednesday 29 May 2024

The Joy of Being Old.

Just climbing to the top of the staircase 
give me that dopamine rush that takes
athletes enormous effort to acquire,

and which I never experienced
from any kind of exercise before. 

'Fabulous French Cuisine'

 in my local village.

The menu-board 

for the highly-regarded restaurant in the village where I live.

Every restaurant in the region offers greasy minced duck
(raised in unpleasant conditions).  It often comes in jars.

Bits of beef on a skewer require no skill to make.

A châteaubriand steak (thick, with a wine-based sauce, invented in 1824) is an appropriate dish for burly, civilising he-men of the Foreign Legion and Riot Police.

Scallops are just scallops, probably pillaged from Irish coasts.

Sandre is a fish known in English as zander or pike-perch: hmm.

Sauce vierge is a concoction of tomatoes, garlic, basil and olive oil to overcome the tastelessness of the fish.

The desserts are all bought in.

Apparently there is an impressive cheese trolley for the obese.

The French learned nothing culinary (or, indeed, cultural) from their extensive colonies in North Africa, the Levant and Indo-China.
This 'traditional' menu could date from 1924...or 1874.

Monday 27 May 2024

Sunday 26 May 2024


adapted from Buile Suibhne,
the Madness of King Sweeney after his Defeat
at the Battle of Moira (Mag Roth), 637 CE

As flax is scutched by women
so was my army beaten.
But, Christ!
the blackbird's song is sweeter
than harpists at a feast.

' ' ' ' '

No stately home could ever be
grander than my Oratory here
where moon and stars shine bright and clear
above the safety of my tree.

It was great God the Builder
of the Worlds who made
my bothy in this little glade
and thatched its leafy roof, my shelter,

my retreat where no rain comes:
refuge safe from spear and sword
my sylvan mansion - and, dear Lord!
no fear where no fence runs.

Saturday 25 May 2024

Antisocial Aspy.

As a school boy, I wanted to be disabled
(like a friend who had contracted polio)
so that I would not be required
to participate and be ridiculed in active
group activities (which not only scared
but also bored me).
I didn't have the guts
even to break an arm, so, ridiculously,
I prayed to God, who, being cruel,
white, Judeo-Christian and male, ignored me.

Friday 24 May 2024

The politics of partiality.

Humans, like other Higher Apes,
have an innate sense of fairness,
which politicians ignore.

Not least because they both are hierarchical,
capitalism and the various forms of socialism
turn out (inevitably) to be unfair.

Thursday 23 May 2024

Certainly 'a minority view'.

Suicide :
the sublime sin,
the pitiless taboo.

Mea Maxima Culpa.

It is utterly reprehensible
to admit to being tired of and by
books, statistics, films about the Shoah

(and especially a certain area
near Oświęcim in Southern Poland)

and quite contemptible for me
to make the suggestion
or even imply
that Jews should let Armenians
and American "Indians"
(- to name but two)

have a piece of the action,
a modest slice of victim pie.

Wednesday 22 May 2024

Confession of an anti-social sinner.

When life is easy
you ignore what it costs.
It would make you queasy.

Where shall we go for dinner ?

Monday 20 May 2024

Saturday 18 May 2024

Light the blue touch-paper...


A codpiece was often used as a pocket

for a kerchief or hand-kerchief

or maybe a bodkin, a florino

or a rocket.

Friday 17 May 2024

Museums Culture.

In London there is already
(or at long last)
a Museum of Homelessness.

I am now Crowdfunding
for a Museum of Hopelessness
in Caylus...

Thursday 16 May 2024

'Plastic Manufactured Women'

is a phrase by Rafia Zakaria
which describes female celebrities
who fall into the punishingly-narrow
category of beautiful in the Anglosphere (at least). 

This scary example (loud and hard)

looks to me like the Wicked Stepmother
or perhaps an Ugly Sister;

while this one (pale and characterless
and also, necessarily, loud)

is, in the 'orwellian' Looking-glass World of America,
labelled 'Black'.

Both of them sing plastic, manufactured songs.

On more or less the same topic,
this year's Oscar 'champion' was a film
so creaky, badly-scripted and woodenly-acted
that I deleted it after half an hour.

Don't blame the Algorithms :

after all, they're only human.

On the development of modern humans.


Other 'evolutionary advantages' may include
testosteronal overdrive, congenital paranoia
monthly female fertility, and the invention of religion.

Tuesday 14 May 2024

Not with a bang, but...


A guest-house bedroom in Morocco.

Compare this oppressed
Ouagharda bedroom rug at Imini

with this one, $3,500 on 1st Dibs website
a couple of years ago

The cheaper rugs on 1st Dibs website are imitations made in India.

Sunday 12 May 2024

Another angle.

is venal.
is banal.

The Omens.

Some funny lights in both northern
 and southern skies.

American cattle get bird flu.

Man with pig's liver transplant dies.

Saturday 11 May 2024

Le rêvecauché – Only a daymare.

The next time a 'major' genocide*
is meticulously planned, the Architects
will have learned a lot
from airport-management.
Zig-zag lines for ticket-scan or registration,
zig-zag lines for vaccination verification
zig-zag lines for luggage and ticket-inspection,
zig-zag lines for passport and police 'control'
(it's all about control)
each line 400 metres long

Ryanair flight FR 6668 to Toulouse
Proceed with cabin-baggage no larger than
55 x 40 x 20 cm to gate Q
and stand in line to be controlled
(present your boarding-pass and passport
and stand up straight; do not salute)

into a tunnel-bridge and onto a
moving walkway in an aircraft
which is not an aircraft and which will rapidly
fill up with people and a precise amount of Sarin gas...
from which corpses will be delivered to another
moving belt and on to the Pit or Crematorium.

As I was dreamily controlled
through Menara airport, Marrakech, Morocco,
I had the unpardonable thought that
some of the much-travelled boat-people
who had paid ten or twenty grand
(rather than a mere hundred for their trip)
might possibly fare better – unless, of course,
they were strafed at sea
or machine-gunned on a corpse-strewn strand.

Everybody knows that, since 1945, there have only been minor genocides, even in China.

Many people, many times.

How many times
have I seen a new moon
and wondered how many
more times will I see
a new moon ?

Hardly an original interrogation –
but it seems so, every time.

Friday 10 May 2024

If you judged

from how they congregate
in cities, towns, crowds and ghettoes
you'd think that humans liked each other.


Looking for Life

elsewhere in 'The Universe' –

The fools! Everywhere Lifeless
is Unimaginably Wonderful.

Thursday 9 May 2024

A Freudian Delusion.

Perhaps the dodgy illusionist
Sigmund's silliest notion
was that Shakespeare was a Frenchman
called Jacques Pierre.

But this little offshoot or digression
from his Delirium intelligens
was not nearly so appealing
to the intelligentsia –
nor so harmful – as his ridiculous
Œdipal obsession.

Monday 6 May 2024

Well! Who would have thought it ?

...unless (of course) you are asexual.

The same Sibylline source confirms
the occurrence of peegasms,
sweet little brothers of which I produce
every time I urinate — a pleasant
side-effect of senility...and, perhaps,
of collecting and ingesting Psilocybe semilanceata
near my home in the 1980s and 1990s.

Sunday 5 May 2024

Bombarded, befuddled,

probably bamboozled
by crazy news from the USA,

I have come to the conclusion
that everybody in that benighted
country has been infected
by a desperate delirium of confusion.

Saturday 4 May 2024

Typical of the French obsession

with homogeneity, normalisation,
is the impossibility of buying
blended coffee beans
of different roasts or origins:
just the one type from the one location
the one colour...as if to mix motley beans
was tantamount to dire adulteration.

Friday 3 May 2024

The meaning of wealth.

"In the mid-18th century a group of economic theorists,
led by David Hume (1711–1776) and Adam Smith (1723–1790),
challenged fundamental mercantilist doctrines —
such as the belief that the world's wealth remained constant,
and that a state could only increase its wealth at the expense of another state."  [Wikipedia on Capitalism]

Hume and Smith were, of course wrong. 
The world's wealth (the biosphere) is finite and constant,
though a state's wealth (artificial, monetary, military)
can be elastically huge.

Smith and Sympathy.

It's cheering to know

and to tell that the language 
I'm hearing around me this week –

in which the words for
Welcome, Yes and No
are Brrk, Ya and Uhu

is very alive and well.

Thursday 2 May 2024

Dies Iræ.

Suddenly, all of them
burst out, singing  –
not birds, not children,
not the angelic choir
– but millions of happy devils
aflame in a sky-drowning gyre
as the ultimate war was beginning.