Friday, July 30, 2004

So completely annoyed... 

"Mais moi, furieux, j'ai repondu: "Non! non! non!" Et pour mieux accentuer mon refus, j'ai frappe si violemment la terre du pied que ma jambe s'est enfoncee jusqu'au genou dans la sepulture recente, et que, comme un loup pris au piege, je reste attache, pour toujours peut-etre, a la fosse de l'ideal. "


~Charles Baudelaire, Laquelle est la vraie?

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One Word is Too Often Profaned 

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One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother,
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.

II

I can give not what men call love,
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the Heavens reject not,--
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?


~Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Thursday, July 29, 2004

You tell them Simone 

"Without losing its perfect form, their love, their life, was slowly losing its substance, like those huge, apparently invulnerable cocoons, whose soft integument yet conceals microscopic worms that painstakingly consume them."

~Simone de Beauvoir, L'Invitee 1943

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Wednesday, July 28, 2004

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Tuesday, July 27, 2004

So tired... 

 
See you in my dreams.

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Monday, July 26, 2004

Tutto questo salvarti non puo! 

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Epitaph


Here lies Nietzsche's Wife.
She
loved her hands
but
hated her wrists.

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Sunday, July 25, 2004

To Blindheit... 

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Oh, really? 


 
Someone: 'Oh, I've been where you are. It will go away.'
 
Nietzscheswife: 'Who said I want it to go away? Plus, you've never been where I am. Nor will you ever evolve far enough to get there.'
 
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Arrogance and pretension might not be the most sublime ideals. Nevertheless, they are a lot less worse than false modesty.
 
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"To put it all in perspective: Life is pointless. Morality was created; it is not inherent. Killing is only wrong because we are told it is. However, killing your mother is no worse than eating a carrot as far as the universe is concerned."      --CB

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Saturday, July 24, 2004

Nothing personal.... 


 
These past days I have been cleaning up. Of course I know you are looking at me but I do not come here for you. As I have said in the past, this is my own private universe. Not everyone is invited.

It does not have to make sense to everyone.  It could but most definitely it will not.
 
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"...the thing is to find a truth which is true for me, to find the idea for which I can live and die."
 
--Soren Aabye Kierkegaard - Journals 1835

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Friday, July 23, 2004

My tribute to Error 

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Thursday, July 22, 2004

...meritate la fucilazion... 

So many people in my own Memory Cemetery. Some have died of hatred. Some have died of love. Some have died of disgust. Some have died of oblivion. The vast majority have died of mistrust. There used to be a lot of spaces. But, most of them are taken now. There are only about three or four spaces left. Every time I bury someone I wonder who will come next. Why did they have to die? What they died for.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:35 PM

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Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Bacchanalia 

 
Intoxicated with feelings.
Heart of mine, endure!
The emotional hangover is coming soon.
 

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Tuesday, July 20, 2004

What a tangled brain I weave... 

Sometimes I am my own bete noire.

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Monday, July 19, 2004

To the one who said no... 

I feel the void. I feel the rage. I feel the love within your ice. I hide it & it runs away. I avoid it & it holds me. I love it & it leaves me. If I could live a thousand years I would forget about time. If I had a thousand men I would forget about love. And if I had strength, I would forget what I feel. A little girl gave me a dream & the need to share it. She gave me the tantrum of a three year old & the fear of a recently born. It was only then when I felt pain & discovered my masochism. I cleared my mind & I found the mad woman. I found love & the desire to kill you.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:16 PM

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Sunday, July 18, 2004

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Saturday, July 17, 2004

...& for a moment... 

I was not a part of the tragedy within my life. I wish I could have expressed with words the warm feeling that emerged inside when you held my hand. Suddenly hope did not seem such an impossibility. For that I have to thank you. It had been a while since I dared to dream. Dreams. Sometimes that is everything I can truly cling to. Yes, I know we both dream of different realities. & yet, you made my dream of a night. Thank you.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:49 AM

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Thursday, July 15, 2004

Big Mistake 

...you were already shattered.
Why did you have to dream?
The pieces are tinier now.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:44 PM

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Happiness 



'Allegory of Happiness'
Agnolo Bronzino
1564
Oil on copper  
 
"My happiness met its downfall this time through an intensification of beauty, through an increase and overabundance of joy. As I lay there motionless, letting the bright, peaceful morning world penetrate me and draw me into itself, something unusual in the distance forced its way through the quiet; it was something glittering, overly-brilliant, golden and triumphant, bursting with joy, full of fascinating, stimulating sweetness: the sound of a trumpet. 
 
And as I finally woke up completely, sat up in bed and threw the covers back, the sound had already acquired two voices, many voices: It was the town band marching along the streets, making them reverberate with their playing; an extremely rare and exciting occurrence, blaring out with merriment, making my childish heart both laugh and sob at the same time. It was as if all of the happiness, all of the magic of this blissful hour had flowed together into these stirring, bittersweet tones and flowed away, becoming temporal and transitory once more. 
 
[...]
 
And with this realization I had returned, and was subject once again to the laws which govern everyday life; for even if those metallic sounds had awakened me to a holiday, rather than an average day, the special, beautiful and sacred aspects of this morning's magic had already passed, engulfed by the waves of time, world and routine once more. "

From the Essay 'Happiness' by Hermann Hesse, 1955

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Constantly Dreaming 

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Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Have you realized the world has ended uncountable times since human beings inhabit this planet?

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Something happened yesterday & now I do not know if it was only a dream. Was that another dream? Another figment of my imagination?

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Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Filling another void... 

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Monday, July 12, 2004

In Situ 

These past days have been incredibly uninspiring. So far I have refused to leave a day without saying anything. One thing should be clear though: the aim of my blog is neither to please everyone, nor to upset anyone. It is only my perception & yet, it is not open to debate. As I said before, this is not a discussion forum. It is not a chatroom either. Also, my blog is not about politics, my distorted opinion on distorted news, vagina talk, 'eating pizza and stuff', or anything similar. As aware as I am of the visits to my world from other worlds, it is not because of the expected or unexpected visits that I keep filling voids. Call me selfish but in the end, it is always about me. It is only my own private & linguistic universe where not everyone, or everything exists.

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Sunday, July 11, 2004

There is always a way to play under your own rules as long as you like the game. If you do not like the game per se, why change the rules? Or, do you really think I have or want to play this stupid game? Not really. As a matter of fact, I do not like the game or the rules under which it could be possibly played. If you think I can choose my own game and rules, you obviously have no idea what I am talking about.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:03 PM

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Saturday, July 10, 2004

For the millionth time... 

 I am not bitter.

I am just sour sweet.


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:35 PM

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Friday, July 09, 2004

Troubled 

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Thursday, July 08, 2004

After three hours in front of my computer I decided I am... 

Helplessly uninspired [Insert sigh].

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:57 PM

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Wednesday, July 07, 2004

Apolitically Incorrect 

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Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:19 PM

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Tuesday, July 06, 2004

Self-Therapy Time 

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Monday, July 05, 2004

1844 

Could somebody please tell me since when 1844 is 18th. century?

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Sunday, July 04, 2004

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Saturday, July 03, 2004

If you can look through the window from the outside that does not mean you are invited to the inside. As a matter of fact—& unless otherwise indicated—you are most likely uninvited.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:01 PM

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Friday, July 02, 2004

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Thursday, July 01, 2004

Oficially Decided 

Philosophy. Nice word. If only it were not only that. A word. Just another word. For a while now I have been waiting for someone to prove me wrong. Waiting for someone to show me that ideas are not only ideas which are bright & sublime but not destined to have a practical use. If I have chosen humanities so far is because I am not interested in any other discipline. Especially when those disciplines reinforce alienation. Never have I been attracted to any discipline through which humans get the 'ostrich syndrome'. Perhaps I am not the most coherent example but I am trying. At least I do not give rules for one game & play under completely different rules. That is just not fair.

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