Aargh!
This exclamation is used as an
expression of anguish, horror, rage,
often with humorous intent. As in, “now
they’re talking about lowering taxes
for the wealthy - aargh!”
It happens to rhyme with Camargue,
the name of a delta region in the
south of France, between the channels of
the Grand and Petit Rhône where cattle,
and notably bulls for the Spanish
bullrings are reared. As in, “now they’re
making a spectacle of animal
cruelty - aargh!”
Camargue was also the name of a
two-door luxury saloon
marketed by Rolls-Royce
between 1975 and 1986
with a 6.75 litre V8 engine
and an asking price of fifty times
an experienced teacher’s annual
salary. As in, “now the obscenely
rich are being feted instead of
debated - aargh!”
‘Aargh’ also rhymes with Pushtimarg,
the spontaneous, selfless, motiveless
pure love for Krishna, which does not
require a devotee to give up
a householder’s life.
unlike other such philosophies, it
believes you can serve Krishna better
by being a householder. There is
no need for a life of contemplation,
so long as you see yourself
as a participant and companion
of Krishna in your daily life. As in,
“now they’re driving a Camargue from
the Rhône to the bullring
avoiding taxes altogether if
they want, because the Lord cannot be
attained by any given formula,
so they feel free to ignore the laws
of the poor, strictures of the scriptures,
their credo is ‘more’.
A rich man can enter
the kingdom of heaven, or his next life,
or nirvana, paradise, shangri-la,
utopia, bliss, capture the rapture,
have a saintly intermission,
quaintly weird submission, veiled, vile
admission, a vocational pro-
bational, an ovation for
his good fortune, or his goodly fortune,
or his fecking Godly fortune
as easily as any teacher,
or preacher, or angel-like creature,
can pass there by merit, any pirate,
or prisoner, or pauper inherit,
coz papists, and rapists, artists
and trolls are all much the same, if they’re
poor, because heaven’s for sale. Heaven,
and forgiveness, judgement in this life
and the next, it’s all for sale.
Los peregrinos del camino,
las evangelistas de tele, will tell you,
those imposters and wraiths, will tell you,
those faceless tasteless graceless wasters,
monetising the faiths, excusing
their safes, claiming eight eighths,
tipping the scales like tipping a waiter,
changing fates, skipping jail, skipping hell,
tripping the light fantastic, trading
souls in the dark, thinking living’s a lark,
will tell you. They’ll tell you: Redemption
ain’t cheap. It’s dissociable,
negotiable, pliable, buyable,
it’s fordable, recordable
but totally unaffordable
to the teachers and workers,
the unwashed and shirkers.
Like everything else,
except hard work and ditches,
redemption is reserved
for the sinners with riches - aargh!”