Monday, January 31, 2005


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Sunday, January 30, 2005


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Saturday, January 29, 2005


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Friday, January 28, 2005


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Thursday, January 27, 2005


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Wednesday, January 26, 2005


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Tuesday, January 25, 2005


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Monday, January 24, 2005


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Sunday, January 23, 2005


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Saturday, January 22, 2005


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Friday, January 21, 2005


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Thursday, January 20, 2005


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Wednesday, January 19, 2005


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Tuesday, January 18, 2005


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Monday, January 17, 2005

Leaving again... 

This place will be closed from January 18th. to February 2nd.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:02 PM


Called Into Play 

Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry:
some flurries have whitened the edges of roads

and lawns: time for that, the snow stuff: &
turkeys and old St. Nick: where am I going to

find something to write about I haven't already
written away: I will have to stop short, look

down, look up, look close, think, think, think:
but in what range should I think: should I

figure colors and outlines, given forms, say
mailboxes, or should I try to plumb what is

behind what and what behind that, deep down
where the surface has lost its semblance: or

should I think personally, such as, this week
seems to have been crafted in hell: what: is

something going on: something besides this
diddledeediddle everyday matter-of-fact: I

could draw up an ancient memory which would
wipe this whole presence away: or I could fill

out my dreams with high syntheses turned into
concrete visionary forms: Lucre could lust

for Luster: bad angels could roar out of perdition
and kill the AIDS vaccine not quite

perfected yet: the gods could get down on
each other; the big gods could fly in from

nebulae unknown: but I'm only me: I have 4
interests--money, poetry, sex, death: I guess

I can jostle those. . . .

~A. R. Ammons

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:08 PM


Sunday, January 16, 2005

Hate Mail 

"you are a moron. you write only stupid shit and i don't care if you hate everyone because i hate you to [sic]. you should be banned from the net. you are the stupidest woman i have ever 'read'."

When I first read this email I was going to ignore it. Arguing with someone who is [evidently] intellectually inferior than me is just about as cowardish as getting into a physical fight with a six year old and I do not hit children.

Although I am not in kindergarten anymore I do have something to say...

This person obviously missed this post and this one. She should have known this is my space. Should I capitalize? MY space. My hatred is not about her but even if it were, she does have a choice...

If you do not like what you see, do not come here.

By the way, I have two site meters...scroll down. Next time you invade my space I am publishing your email and IP address.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:05 PM


Saturday, January 15, 2005


Friday, January 14, 2005

Some people think they know the real me but, in reality, they only know who I am with them. I have a personality for everyone.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:36 AM


Thursday, January 13, 2005

Currently reading: 

"The Playwright As Thinker" by Eric Bentley

"The Dialogic Imagination" by M.M. Bakhtin

"Feminine Psychology" by Karen Horney

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:59 PM


Wednesday, January 12, 2005

How am I supposed to plan my conquest of the world when everyone interrupts me every two seconds?

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 3:36 PM


Off with their heads! 

Challenging people I dislike out of anger only makes them work on their flaws. Since they are enemies...why encourage them to be better?


Along with not challenging people comes not writing about them. If I do not like someone the best thing to do is to let him/her die. Oblivion -not immortality- is what I want for them.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:21 AM


Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Have you ever lost your marbles? 

I have.
The red one first.
The green one second.
The hole was very deep.
It appeared to have no end.
Blue marbles escaped from my eyes.
The only one left is a multicolored one.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 3:56 PM


Monday, January 10, 2005

Mandino's readers: please stay away from me.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:34 PM


Sunday, January 09, 2005

As I am writing this 'I' and this 'you', they have both ceased to be 'I' and 'you'. The duality between paper reality and flesh reality liberates me from any responsability whatsoever that anyone may feel I should have over my thoughts and feelings for they are not 'mine' anymore.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:07 PM


Saturday, January 08, 2005

Among The Multitude 

Among the men and women the multitude,
I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
Acknowledging none else, not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer

than I am,
Some are baffled, but that one is not--that one knows me.
Ah lover and perfect equal,

I meant that you should discover me so by faint indirections,
And I when I meet you mean to discover you by the like in you.

~Walt Whitman

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:12 PM


Friday, January 07, 2005

On Spectres 

Ghosts are always
scarier when they have
ceased appearing.

Demons are always
stronger when they have
been exorcised.

Hearts are always
lonelier when they have
nothing to fear.


Listening to: Monochrome, by Yann Tiersen

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:07 PM


Thursday, January 06, 2005 might be just another major to you.
It is a lifestyle to me.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:49 PM


On Appearances 

Nietzscheswife: Everything is clean now. My books are perfectly aligned. Not a speck of dust. My clothes are perfectly folded. My files are perfectly ordered. Don't we feel better now?

Nietzscheswife's Alter Ego: No, we don't.

Nietzscheswife: [Utterly frustrated] You are right. We don't feel better but you'll have to admit that the surface is still impeccable. Don't you see me smiling?

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 3:26 PM


Wednesday, January 05, 2005

He said... 

"I Am Kloot sounds like a combination of The Beatles and a cat in agony."


Listening to: From Your Favorite Sky, by I Am Kloot

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:33 AM


Filed under the category:
I wish it never happened...

[Removed by the author.]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:17 AM


"Donner de l'amour, c'est vouloir donner quelque chose qu'on n'a pas a quelqu'un qui n'en veut pas."

~Jacques Lacan

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:57 AM


Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Oh, I just noticed someone wants to "sponge my soapy bottom as I shower".

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:05 PM


Back But Forth 

Finally home and ready to leave again.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 3:37 PM


Thy Heart 

Thy heart is like some icy lake,
On whose cold brink I stand;
Oh, buckle on my spirit's skate,
And lead, thou living saint, the way
To where the ice is thin--
That it may break beneath my feet
And let a lover in!

~Anonymous, from A Nonsense Anthology

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:12 PM


Monday, January 03, 2005

Because your voice was at my side 

Because your voice was at my side
I gave him pain,
Because within my hand I held
Your hand again.

There is no word nor any sign
Can make amend--
He is a stranger to me now
Who was my friend.

~James Joyce

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:40 PM


Just a little obsessed... 


Sunday, January 02, 2005

I Shall Forget 

I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little half a year,
Ere I forget, or die, or move away,
And we are done forever; by and by
I shall forget you, as I said, but now,
If you entreat me with your loveliest lie
I will protest you with my favorite vow.
I would indeed that love were longer-lived,
And vows were not so brittle as they are,
But so it is, and nature has contrived
To struggle on without a break thus far, --
Whether or not we find what we are seeking
Is idle, biologically speaking.

~Edna St. Vincent Millay

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:46 PM


Saturday, January 01, 2005

One word... 


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:50 PM


"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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