Dingo the Dissident

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Monday, 29 September 2025

Our heroes

reflect our views on life.
My first hero was Theseus
because (for some deep, impenetrable reason)
I was fascinated by his encounter with Procrustes
Then (impenetrably) I loved the Minotaur.

For years I had no hero (hated patriarchs)
until I discovered van Gogh (and painting),
and, subsequently, Rosa Parks.

Now this senescent,
quietist seeker, finder of ataraxy,
considers Volodomyr Zelenskyy*
a hero, though that could be because
the former joker is so admirably sexy.


*who, in the words of Winston Churchill, had greatness thrust upon him.



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