Thursday, September 30, 2004


Describing something broken is not easy for me.
Especially when that 'something' happens to be il mio cuore.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:15 PM

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Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Note to self... 

Some women have the need to validate themselves by having children. Some of them think it is special. I find nothing special in validating myself through a sheer instinctive need.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:02 PM

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Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Delusa 

Tears asfixiate me. I seriously need to breathe again.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:28 PM

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Monday, September 27, 2004

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Sunday, September 26, 2004

Anagnorisis... 

I am Jakobson's aphasic. The one with the 'continuity disorder'.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:11 PM

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Saturday, September 25, 2004

The Definition of Love 

My Love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high:
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing,
Where feeble Hope could ne'r have flown
But vainly flapt its Tinsel wing.

And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended Soul is fixt,
But Fate does Iron wedges drive,
And alwaies crowds itself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous Eye does see
Two perfect Loves; nor lets them close:
Their union would her ruin be,
And her Tyranick pow'r depose.

And therefore her Decrees of Steel
Us as the distant Poles have plac'd,
(Though Loves whole World on us doth wheel)
Not by themselves to be embrac'd.

Unless the giddy Heaven fall,
And Earth some new Convulsion tear;
And, us to joyn, the World should all
Be cramp'd into a Planisphere.

As lines so Loves oblique may well
Themselves in every Angle greet:
But ours so truly Paralel,
Though infinite can never meet.

Therefore the Love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debarrs,
Is the Conjunction of the Mind,
And Opposition of the Stars.

~Andrew Marvell

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:01 PM

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Friday, September 24, 2004

Back to my shell... 


Unfortunately I tried to convince myself there had to be someone in this world in whom I could trust. I tried to convince myself there was no need to keep a wall up.

What I found out?

One wall is not enough.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:53 PM

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Thursday, September 23, 2004

Modifying template...everything is down.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:52 PM

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Wednesday, September 22, 2004

"Blindly I staggered as an ox into the shambles. I had made a gigantic psychological error. I had always thought that my giving up to you in small things meant nothing: that when a great moment arrived I could reassert my will-power in its natural superiority. It was not so. At the great moment my will-power completely failed me. In life there is really no small or great thing. All things are of equal value and of equal size."

~Oscar Wilde, De profundis

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:53 PM

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Tuesday, September 21, 2004

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Monday, September 20, 2004

Give me your heart...
...not your herpes.
 

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Sunday, September 19, 2004

I truly hate you right now.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:53 PM

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Saturday, September 18, 2004

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Friday, September 17, 2004

To the one who stole 30 dollars from me... 

'From the Earth to the Moon,
From the seas to the skies,
My curse will hunt you soon,
--My wrath in hatred lies.

Upon thee I wish eternal life,
Upon thee I wish eternal hell,
Upon thee nothing befell--,
Upon thee the eternal strife.'

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:34 PM

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Thursday, September 16, 2004

Proudly Nothing 

"I have no nationality-the best
possible status for an intellectual."

~Emile Cioran

I am not Italian, American, Chinese, or Russian. Admittedly people can lable me as they want. As a matter of fact they do. It means nothing to me either way. As far as I am concerned, I have been exiled to Earth.

I am proud of nothing. I am not a patriot. I do not believe in human's organization by countries. I do not believe in tiny pieces of fabric pretending to be the greatest symbol of civilizations.

This is my world as much as it is theirs.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:29 PM

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Wednesday, September 15, 2004

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Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Becoming a little addicted to Neurotically Yours.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:30 PM

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Monday, September 13, 2004

Lapsus Fortunatus 

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Sunday, September 12, 2004

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Saturday, September 11, 2004

A stolen piece of mind... 

"I don't write poesia en espanol
because I have stopped believing in origins.

I try, instead, to look for futures I obviously don't have.
Verb tenses not yet invented, dreams deferred for too
long,
Infinitives as usual not completed and not yet began,
A glass of whiskey over a red bilingual dictionary.

Even if love were not what I wanted
I would still write en ingles
because that's the color of the ink within my skin
and the language and shape of these tattoos.

Look at me: you can tell it's not my tongue.
My language has abandoned me forever,
I am not who I am or who you think I am.
I write in something else to make you think you are not
here.
In brief, we are always somewhere else, never here,
always looking away.

And even if love were not what I wanted
I would still dream in these forever-foreign words,
por siempre extranas, por siempre otras
words that embarrass me a little in their otherness.

I know I sound funny. I know this sounds weird.
It's a different accent. Picture me drunk, if you will,
or just a little bit dizzy. I stumble upon words like little
stones en los frijoles.

Bite these words.
You may still remember me manana, mas no hoy,
porque el hoy no llega aun.

I could not write these lines in my own language
because there is no such thing as anything to own.
We have been deprived from that privilege.
Despojados de la lengua propia, we dream in other
verbal countries.

Este soy yo, in any language."


*


Listening to: 'Disdainful' , by Lhasa De Sela.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:42 AM

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A day like today... 

Today means nothing to me.

You all have taught me to not care.

You all have taught me to put my emotions on hold.

You simply cannot be surprised by my indifference.

After all, I am only doing what you all have taught me.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:27 AM

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To you... 

[Removed by the author.]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:52 AM

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Friday, September 10, 2004

Io sono molto arrabbiata perche non so che fare. La mia opera e nulla. Non posso scrivere niente....

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:53 PM

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Thursday, September 09, 2004

She said... 

[Removed by the author.]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:40 AM

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Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Someone:

'Oh, but I am your friend.'

Nietzscheswife:

'Ha. Look at me, I almost believed you.'

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:51 PM

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Tuesday, September 07, 2004


Novels, extensive. Drama, intensive.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:24 PM

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Monday, September 06, 2004

WE are the brutal kind? 

Not really. There is no 'we'.

YOU are the brutal kind.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:29 PM

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Sunday, September 05, 2004

"Human beings do not live in the objective world alone, nor alone in the world of social activity as ordinarily understood, but are very much at the mercy of the particular language which has become the medium of expression for their society.

It is quite an illusion to imagine that one adjusts to reality essentially without the use of language and that language is merely an incidental means of solving specific problems of communication or reflection.

The fact of the matter is that the 'real world' is to a large extent unconsciously built upon the language habits of the group. No two languages are ever sufficiently similar to be considered as representing the same social reality.

The worlds in which different societies live are distinct worlds, not merely the same world with different labels attached... We see and hear and otherwise experience very largely as we do because the language habits of our community predispose certain choices of interpretation."

~Edward Sapir, 'The Status of Linguistics as a Science'

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:15 PM

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Saturday, September 04, 2004

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man  

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Friday, September 03, 2004

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~ Ruthlessly stolen from Gaping Void

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:25 PM

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Thursday, September 02, 2004

Whenever I think my life could not get any worse, something happens and proves me wrong.

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American Splendor (2003)

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:37 PM

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Wednesday, September 01, 2004

We Real Cool 

The Pool Players
Seven at the Golden Shovel

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk Late.We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

~Gwendolyn Brooks

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:39 PM

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"I know I'll say something that's halfway clever but mostly shallow and probably inaccurate on some level. Then you'll pity me for having been born."

Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis



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