Tuesday, November 30, 2004

"What is it about? Prurience? Stupidity? And as Descartes didn't say, 'I fuck therefore I am'? The straight world is wilful in its pursuit of queers and it seems to me that to continually ask someone about their homosexuality, when the reason to talk is a book, a picture, a play, is harassment by the back door."

Jeanette Winterson, from The Semiotics of Sex

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:55 PM


Monday, November 29, 2004


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:54 AM


Saturday, November 27, 2004


Friday, November 26, 2004

A little explanation... 

to those who think I am delusional.


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:38 AM


Thursday, November 25, 2004

List of don'ts / dont's 

No Aries.
No insecure arrogants.
No guilt travellers.
No fortuitous psychotics.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:00 PM


Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Santa Claus does not exist and The Little Mermaid did not become human. She became foam. I already know that.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:21 PM


Tuesday, November 23, 2004

The Eternally Weary Game 

Look at them. Eternally running. The follower & the followee. One suffers from emotionalism. The other one is afflicted with emotionlessness. One employs the most sophisticated devices. The other one knows only about artifices. They need each other to play their parts.

But what would happen if the emotionalist lost his interest in the emotionless one? The latter would be desperate. "Run after me!" He would plead. He would try to convince the emotionalist by saying, "I will let you capture me this time. I promise!" Nevertheless, he would be thinking, "I am not letting you capture me. You will never get me. No one ever will. But still, I cannot live if I am not followed by you. I just want to play. Where is your sense of humor?"

If at any given day the emotionalist achieved his goal, that would be his end.

He would notice he has finally captured what he has been after. A sudden & ephemeral joy. A joy generally followed by sudden & imminent deceit. With no one to follow anymore he would be deeply depressed. No reason to move any further. No purpose. No challenges. The game would be over. No one to play with.

He could let it go & start the persecution all over again. But, how many times would it offer the same satisfaction before he collided with a reality full of boredom? One? Two? Eventually he would be too tired to play the same game.

"Coyotes are supposed to run after rabbits anyway. Roadrunners are such a waste of time and energy," he would say to himself.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:32 PM


How To Stay Afloat 


Monday, November 22, 2004

I know not the Art of Rhyme.
Nor I know the Metrics fine.
Thus a poet truly I am not.
Mister I still do read a lot.
In the night. In the day.
J would say that R is an A.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:13 PM


Sunday, November 21, 2004

What I need is to debar emotional miscarriages.
What I need is to differ needless counterpoints.
What I need is to egest symbiotic remembrances.
What I need is to digest allegeable forfeitures.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:24 AM


Learning to walk... 

One step.
Two steps.
Not complicated.
Add some speed.
People stand behind you.
Have some consideration.
Move your plump rear.
Do not make abrupt stops.
Do not stand in the middle.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:16 AM


Saturday, November 20, 2004

Releasing the pressure... 

'I have to repress my hostility lest I will lose your love.'

Not anymore. You are an idiot. Naturally I am the biggest one for even considering you worthy of a space in my world. I would tell you more but I would never help my enemies by telling them what their flaws are. You may sink in the deepest waters of ignorance for all I care.


If only I had a Coin Operated Boy ...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:06 PM


Friday, November 19, 2004

Heart may
Be broken forever.

Self-esteem more
Shattered than ever.

Hope utterly
Driven to despair.

Ego requires
A minimum flair.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:52 AM


Thursday, November 18, 2004

The more I know the less I understand.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:50 PM


Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Speaking of never ending stories... 

[Removed by the author.]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:39 PM


Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Ad nauseam... 

A recent reflection of the valley of the shadow of death
Has just caused a sudden fear not known by me before.
As I walked through those paths there was no breath;
I saw no life. No one, nothing had survived galore.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:32 PM


Monday, November 15, 2004


Sunday, November 14, 2004

Neither with you...

Frame II

(On stage, two wooden chairs. Front to front. In the middle there is a crystal table with a chess board. The woman is sitting in one of the chairs. The male rag doll in the other one. The woman pretends to be having a conversation with 'him'. When she speaks she moves the white pieces. When 'he' speaks she moves the black ones. She is his voice.)

Woman: 'It is your turn.'

Same woman with a masculine voice: 'I've already moved.'

Woman: 'So have I.'

Same woman with a masculine voice: 'I want to play.'

Woman: 'What are we doing?'

Same woman with a masculine voice: 'I'm going to lose.'

Woman: 'So am I.'

Same woman with a masculine voice: 'I don't believe in God.'

Woman: ' Neither do I.'

Same woman with a masculine voice: ' I don't believe in marriage.'

Woman: 'Neither do I.'

Same woman with a masculine voice: ' I don't want to have children.'

Woman: 'Neither do I.'

Same woman with a masculine voice: 'I don't understand.'

Woman: 'Neither do I.'

Same woman with a masculine voice: 'I don't know what loving is.'

Woman: 'I do know.'

Same woman with a masculine voice: ' I can't love.'

Woman: 'I do love.'

Same woman with a masculine voice: 'I don't love you.'

Woman: 'But I do love you.'

Same woman with a masculine voice: ' That is not true.'

Woman: 'Yes, it is.'

Same woman with a masculine voice: 'That cannot be.'

Woman: 'But it is.'

Same woman with a masculine voice: 'This is not a game.'

Woman: 'Of course it is.'

Same woman with a masculine voice: 'I will not play like that.'

Woman: 'You cannot lose when you are still not playing.'

Same woman with a masculine voice: 'Have I lost?'

Woman: 'Are you playing?'

Same woman with a masculine voice: 'I do not love you!'

Woman: 'You lose.'

Same woman with a masculine voice: 'Do you love me?'

Woman: 'I win...'


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:29 PM


Saturday, November 13, 2004

The worst sort of lips... 

Some of them are warm and supple. Some of them are cold but wise. Some, however, instead of kisses, give nothing but lies.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:22 AM


Friday, November 12, 2004

Nietzscheswife's brother: Your relationship with C is pretty much the one I would have with our dog if I constantly showed him a bone to attract him and as soon as he approached I kicked him. It is the pleasure given by the power to torture. I know you think that after pulling the same trick on our dog he would eventually get mad and bite me. If so, then I would be the one who felt pain. However, I know you will never bite. So, get out of the vicious circle once and for all. You might not believe it but you deserve better than a bone. Unless you enjoy being emotionally battered. I know you do not.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:39 AM


Thursday, November 11, 2004

Senza titolo 

E una donna di carta fax.
Di pelle inchistro nero.
Delle misure inimmaginabile.
28 per 18.
Con le forme molto piane.
Con un bisogno di passione.


Listening to: Girl Anachronism by The Dresden Dolls

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:19 PM


Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Oh, me a t'am, te sa scancret?  

This is ridiculous. Excuse me if I stomp my foot, and cross my arms while I stick my tongue out on you.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:46 PM


Tuesday, November 09, 2004

'Events in special relativity are like measurements in quantum. They take the confusion of generalities and knock it down to specifics that we can talk about and understand. '

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:10 PM


Monday, November 08, 2004

Emptiness had never been so clear. Yesterday I killed one of my demons and I am already out of the evil circle. For a moment it felt as if life was over for me. Today it only feels strange. My void was never filled but covered.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:42 PM


Sunday, November 07, 2004


Completely vulnerable I am. The ones I trusted have failed endlessly. My emotions have been disembodied from their original gist. Some demons rip your heart out and they still have time to show it to you.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:13 PM


Saturday, November 06, 2004

Perhaps I am delusional after all. Or maybe my perception is, in fact, different from most perceptions and living does not make any more sense now than it did before.

Life seems so absurd.

Although I have found motivation through studying and learning, sometimes that is not enough. When I realize there is nothing to look forward to, I stop doing what I am doing. It is at times like this when I find painfully clear that I have no desire to live.

I so wish I were stupid. I so wish I did not have this pseudo-intelligence that only makes me notice everything in such a detailed manner that I only want to die.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:36 PM


Friday, November 05, 2004

What is in a nationality?


My problems seem so insignificant today.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:54 PM


Thursday, November 04, 2004

Not a poem but my aphasic style... 

Some people have nothing but money.
How dreary to be a slave of your freedom.
Eventually you will lose your echo.
We never stop constructing.
Every single second we edify.
The brick you have chosen is hollow.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:36 PM


Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Officially devastated... 

No democracy.
Vive la Republique.
Heil your new Emperor.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:40 PM


Tuesday, November 02, 2004

On gaps and disruption 

When we met we both knew there was a possibility for us to fall for each other. No more searching for a reflection. No more searching for similarity. Just another couple bottled in a quotidian alienation. But, in reality, that did not happen. What truly happened is that we became friends.

In our own way, of course. It could have not been any other way. You & I are beyond the simple kind of life.

There were times when I wondered if we were playing mind games. Some other times I just thought you were the sadist; the masochist role was mine. But then again, I change my mind every five minutes & I am hoping I can actually decide what we have to name it as what I would like to be.

Today, for instance.

Today I think I love you. Today I think I want to love you not because you are my disrupted reflection but because of the gaps that make you someone completely different than I. Today the world could stop spinning around & it would not really matter as long as you were breathing by my side.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:20 PM


Monday, November 01, 2004

Just a thought... 

Despite my love towards zombies -or precisely because of that-, I seriously consider that somebody should have told zombies from "Dawn of the Dead",

'Hey! Slow down. You are supposed to be zombies...not velociraptors!'

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:14 PM


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