Dingo the Dissident

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

Wednesday 6 November 2024

Orphaned thought-fragments

jotted down during a disturbed but fecund night's sleep.


Nature abhors
a vacuum garden.

~

In the cathedral of autocracy
every sculpture conceals a device.

~

Violence not only
begets violence –
it also spawns silence.

~

When people mention
The Real World
you know that they and it are false.

~

Jesus is Identikit.
However you imagine him – he'll fit.

~

People prefer rumour to fact
because rumours have the glamour
of shared secrets.

~

The world is a series of news-reports.

~

Before the onslaught of factory-made mugs
with stuck-on handles,
Decent People had tea-sets.
My favourite featured hollyhocks.
We all have mind-sets
locked in china-cabinets
or like teaspoons lined up in a box.

~

Beyond their phones,
from clouds to lichen,
people seem to notice little
of the world around them.
Not even thunder.
I see them blunder past
the window of my kitchen.

_

Mostly, it seems that
sex is to respect
as house is to home.

~

Memory: fragments like mercury
in little drops and pools on consciousness.



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