More Musings of a Sarf Eldon Parakeet

(an excerpt)


A country needs people who think, not worship



Every good feeling deserves a lack of punctuation



Ideology keeps the bread-filled oven and the aromatic stove far away from the hungry child



Culture is fortified by un-at-home forces



In a 100 years only fools will be remembered



The history of mankind is the history of intoxication (physical or metaphorical)



Society is the collection of humans that act on impulses that not all humans share



Politicians want to create perceptions; the artist undermines the politician



A lampoon cleans the air. It is like a fresh breath in the stalls that a Hercules has yet to visit. The more lampoons, the closer Hercules gets and nearer is the truth



Enlightened moments are effective attempts at laughless humour



Bad blood is almost as divisive as bad breath



Those who succeed in a hypocritical system will opine to their death in favour of it



It takes a long time for someone to get to know you obliquely



A lack of revolution is always a bizarre coincidence



I noticed a pair of false breasts the other day. They were so perfect they were disproportionate



Never let truth get in the way of good story



Substitutes for profanity do as much to acknowledge the existence of profanity as profanity does



For those who trip on them, kerbstones seem more like a plot



A computer can be precise, beautiful and elegant as a pleasantly played clavichord. It can also be nothing more than an electronic soapbox for the grumbling crank. Often it hardly compares with even the filthiest of gold-lit windows



The book accepting charity shop for the chapbook artist is as the bare, blank wall for the graffiti writer – opportunity, occasion, febrility



The unreasonable desire is exactly that which goes searched for like a pair of misplaced glasses or set of keys. This is in praise of humanity



Every struggle is an invention



'Today, I am like a lively trout in an untrafficked stairwell' – Who has not felt like this on occasion?



Death by fornication – Quite often the only place for a key to break is in its lock



Thieves establish legitimate stores for their illegal operations. An irony, no?



'Ever since the accident...' – this is an ideal and bona fide excuse which can extract one from all sorts of unwanted scenarios and cause not only intrigue but sought after sympathy. One's birth can be considered an accident.



What ever is one to think when when lightening strikes twice in the same place again?



Tales of ancient heroic deeds give half the misleading picture



Denial is hardly a curse. Acceptance is hardly a gift



One cannot dehumanise monsters



Impressions do not create reality – they are not ever the results of it



Human interactions are replete with beau gestes – some thought of but never ennacted or, if done, then possibly unmeant