Sunday, October 31, 2004

'Create The World' 

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Saturday, October 30, 2004

How sad... 

He said some people are narcissistic thus they will always look for someone identical to them. At first I could not see my reflection. Suddenly I did. Sadly I do not want everything. In reality I want nothing.

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"What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?"

~Jacques Lacan

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:59 PM

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Friday, October 29, 2004

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Thursday, October 28, 2004

When I Have Fears 

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love; --then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

~John Keats


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Listening to: I'll be gone, by Papas Fritas

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:40 PM

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Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Nietzscheswife: "I have the story in my head but I still haven't written it."

Nietzscheswife's brother: "Go write it before you sneeze it."

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:38 PM

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Tuesday, October 26, 2004

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Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:34 PM

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Monday, October 25, 2004

She wants a Pet Skeleton.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:54 PM

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Sunday, October 24, 2004

The monad is busy.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:42 PM

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Saturday, October 23, 2004

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Friday, October 22, 2004

And I say... 

...where is the sensuality in French-lettered girls?

Too Much Ado About Nothing!

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:49 PM

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Thursday, October 21, 2004

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Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Psyche & Eros... 

...or on the beauty of needing out of love instead of loving out of need.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:55 PM

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Tuesday, October 19, 2004

As usual I am aiming but expecting to miss.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:54 PM

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Monday, October 18, 2004

De-tached... 

A shell but no oyster.
An abandoned home.
No history to share.
No pearls to be shed.

Not once have I enjoyed it.
Not once have I denied it.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:10 PM

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Sunday, October 17, 2004

O, Animus... 


...where art thou?

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:52 PM

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Saturday, October 16, 2004

The intensity of my hatred is directly proportional to the intensity of my love.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:16 PM

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Friday, October 15, 2004

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Thursday, October 14, 2004

Because some of us want everything... 

We want the music but also the poetry.
Some call the union of both 'opera'.
We, however, call it 'love'.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:53 PM

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Wednesday, October 13, 2004

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Tuesday, October 12, 2004

On days like today living is simply not for me... 

"How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains..."


~Lord Alfred Tennyson, Ulysses

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:39 PM

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Monday, October 11, 2004

Speaking of farces... 

"Farces are the poisoned gift [...] The playwright is putting an emotional bomb into a box, he wraps it with a shiny paper, and to finish he adds ribbons to make it look pretty. You open it and it explodes."

~F.M.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:19 PM

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Sunday, October 10, 2004

First the light... 

...and then there was nothing.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:40 PM

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Saturday, October 09, 2004

Mourning 


Jacques Derrida
(1930-2004)



Grazie per la decostruzione.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:29 PM

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Friday, October 08, 2004

Oh, so you want my feelings? 

If I could I would gladly give you my hypothalamus and amygdala. Nevertheless, I cannot and I will not. The last time I did that I got this:

"I don't need any more drama in my life. You seem to be a well-spring of self-created drama. Congratulations! You're officially a walking Shakespeare play."

Let's not forget about this:

'I made some rude comments that may have been inappropriate but I don't think that necessitates several emails which could have made 'War and Peace' look like light reading in comparison if those emails were published.'


So, let's save ourselves some time and just ask me to drop a bomb over you.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:30 PM

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Thursday, October 07, 2004

Iato 

Non so perche lo so pero lo so.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:22 PM

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Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Because he is wise and fun and... 


"More than any time in history mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness, the other to total extinction. Let us pray that we have the wisdom to choose correctly."

"I took a speed reading course and read 'War and Peace' in twenty minutes. It involves Russia."

"I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying. "

"Most of the time I don't have much fun. The rest of the time I don't have any fun at all."

~Woody Allen

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:31 PM

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Tuesday, October 05, 2004

Synopsis 

One of my classmates wrote a play about another Don Quijote. He probably did not intend this character to be another Quijote but I think it is pretty much like him. Except this one does nothing as heroic as fighting with windmills.

Anyway, it is the story of Marcius, a soldier in a court. He has a friend who is a servant, Vinicius.

Marcius tells Vinicius that he has been chosen by the King to go in search for a treasure and that he wants him to be his loyal companion throughout the journey. Vinicius doubts at first because he knew Marcius was a dreamer but in the end he believes they are going to search for a treasure and that the King had actually authorized them to do so.

Expectedly, there is also a princess of this kingdom and sadly, she loves Marcius. When she finds out that Marcius is going on such an expedition she gives him a gold medal with precious stones.

Marcius thinks of a way to get a ship and a crew. He (the bastard!) gives the medal he had received as a gift to the owner of the tabern and asks him to give free drinks to the royal sailors. When they were all drunk Vinicius and Marcius drag their unconscious bodies to the ship and they sail.

In short, what Marcius did not know is that the princess was in the ship...following him.

Eventually, the sailors find out that they have been tricked and that the ship has been stolen from the court. As a punishment they abandon Vinicius, Marcius and the princess on a desert island.

After the princess follows/stalks Marcius all over the island begging him to love her, he ties her to a tree and hits the hell out of her for bothering him. So she asks (with no dignity), 'Does that mean you will definitely not love me?'

The princess loves Marcius but Marcius loves this treasure (the ideal woman) that he never finds and was never certain it existed in the first place. She is the follower and he is the 'followee'. She offers him to be whoever he would like her to be; what she does not realize is that Marcius wants her to be everyone but her.

In other words, they are both the archetype of the seeker (The Fool).

Hysteria.

They are both in search for something they know they will never find. They know they might not want to find it. There could not be a better excuse as to why people do not have something. Their excuse is conditioned by something else or to the will of another person.

The End

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:12 PM

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Monday, October 04, 2004

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Sunday, October 03, 2004

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Saturday, October 02, 2004

Shakespeare will never forgive me for this profanity but... 

...it is always the same play. The role politicians play is always the same.

Kerry:


Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to bury Bush, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Saddam. The noble Bush
Hath told you Saddam was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Saddam answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Bush and the rest--
For Bush is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men--
Come I to speak in Saddam's funeral.
But Bush says he was ambitious;
And Bush is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Saddam seem ambitious?
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Bush says he was ambitious;
And Bush is an honourable man.
Yet Bush says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Bush spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
O judgment! thou art fled to bushist beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with death,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:57 PM

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Friday, October 01, 2004

Some people just need metaphors to be explained to them... 


No one believes me but I understand this world and its functioning a lot more than those who 'make it work'. I am fully aware of the need humans have to socialize. I am aware of most of the activities humans enjoy.

Needless to say, what they enjoy I do not.

There are things I have never experienced but I do not need to. I do not need to do crack just to experience what it feels like. That is what I meant with jumping from a building. Do I need to jump to know that my bones would break? I don't think so.

Certain things in life are simply learned a lot better only through their hypotheses.

Since some have some problems understanding that I am a pseudo-nihilist then I will explain it in words they can actually understand,

'I do not give a fuck...sometimes. So leave me, literally, alone.'

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:40 AM

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