Dingo the Dissident

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

Wednesday, 22 January 2025

Jottings of the Day.

If you have pretensions,
ambitions to be phatic,
you need to be more than
slightly charismatic

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Deft I never was
in anything.
Deaf I am
becoming.

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Inner-auditory
involuntary
creativity:
when you have earworms
all the time
occasionally they
get confused.
(Apologies, no rhyme.)

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Money
demeans us
and makes us
(even if we weren't already)
mean.

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If novels and newspapers
are not total rot,
the richer you are
the more nervy you get.

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To call a Spade a Spade
has less to do with horticulture
than with skin-colour;
and Clubs are often
bruisingly exclusive.
(It was only today that I learned
the composition of a Club Sandwich.)

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With only a little weed, a sneeze
becomes an orgasm in the nose.

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We didn't need 'science' to tell us
that we are an environmental curse;
on the contrary, science ensured
that our damage gets worse and worse.

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Did I hear correctly ?  'They' of the Israeli nation
were vaccinating Palestinians against polio
so that they can better endure
stinking-camp starvation.

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The problem, Senator Yeats
(Ireland's supremely-phatic scrawler),
is that the Gyres don't widen;
but get smaller.



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