“When my tomb is left unnoticed and my memory is forgotten, Oh, then I am dead.” Poet Bedros Tourian

great moments

Posted By on August 29, 2014



Posted By on August 28, 2014

Historians, ideologues and prophets tell us
reality can be understood,
predictions made,
rules established,
conduct controlled.
Don’t believe them!
If you are not sure of what’s coming next,
choose the least predictable scenario.
If god and man’s conception of him ever met,
they would not recognize each other.
Our past is a nightmare.
What makes it palatable
is nationalist historiography.
Statues of great men are placed on high pedestals
so that dogs may not reach them.
I write what I would have liked to read
in my salad days.
John Masters: “Join a Highland regiment, me boy.
The kilt is an unrivaled garment for fornication and diarrhea.”