Monday, February 28, 2005

If I honestly cared about what people think of me, I would not have a blog.
If a remote possibility made me care about what you think, I would ask you.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:37 PM


Sunday, February 27, 2005


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Saturday, February 26, 2005

My father used to tell me I was an unconformist. I was never happy. Nothing was ever enough. I was never pleased.

I have this habit of looking on the dark side of everything. I live complaining but I know that when I say, 'I hate life', it is not the Act of Life, but my role in life what I hate...sometimes. I have spent a couple of years now trying to find my own truth and at this stage finding anything that resembles a 'truth' seems highly unlikely.

I have tried to justify my existence by doing only that which may explain and justify my self by itself.

I only hope not to be using the time my life may last in trying to figure out how exactly my life is supposed to function and learn in the end that it is too late to use the knowledge I have acquired.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:54 PM


Friday, February 25, 2005


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Thursday, February 24, 2005

"All who feel, when listening to music, that the music has an effect on their emotions, resemble the lyric poet; the distant and remote power of music appeals to an intermediate realm in them that gives them, so to say, a foretaste, a symbolic preconcept of the real music, the intermediate realm of the emotions."

~Friedrich Nietzsche, from On Music and Words

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:58 PM


Fear and Writing In the Subway... 

What a strange variety.
Filling up bottomless words,
Raising high a pitchless sword,
Breeding, helplessly, society.

What a strange society.
Filling up bottomless voids,
Raising high a pitchless voice,
Breeding, helplessly, variety.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:52 PM


Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Indeed, Indeed, I Cannot Tell 

Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell,
Though I ponder on it well,
Which were easier to state,
All my love or all my hate.
Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me
When I say thou dost disgust me.
O, I hate thee with a hate
That would fain annihilate;
Yet sometimes against my will,
My dear friend, I love thee still.
It were treason to our love,
And a sin to God above,
One iota to abate
Of a pure impartial hate.

~Henry David Thoreau

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:52 PM


Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Fire and Ice 

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

~Robert Frost

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Monday, February 21, 2005


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Sunday, February 20, 2005


Saturday, February 19, 2005

On hating with an undying passion... 

Licking my wounds.
Do not come
near me
unless you are
looking forward
to having
your flesh ripped off.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:27 PM


Friday, February 18, 2005


Last Friday Ivan gave me a book. It was not a birthday present for he did not know my birthday had been a day before. He gave me the book because he thought of me.

He gave me "The Art of the Drama" by Fred Millett and Gerarld Bentley. Published in 1935.

He said the cover was not in a very good shape. It was, in fact, falling apart. The inner pages, however, were perfectly preserved. While turning the pages I felt so grateful.

As I said, it was not a birthday present but I think it is the best birthday present I could have been given. He thought I was going to like it. And I did like it. I loved it.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:38 PM


Thursday, February 17, 2005

Women should be aware of the morbidity behind receiving flowers as a gift. If these do not come in a pot the next thing they might be given is a dead bird.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:34 PM


Wednesday, February 16, 2005

"In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her. This may seem like a ponderous weight of wisdom to descend upon the soul of a young woman of twenty-eight—perhaps more wisdom than the Holy Ghost is usually pleased to vouchsafe to any woman.

But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!

The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace."

~Kate Chopin, from The Awakening

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Tuesday, February 15, 2005


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Saturday, February 12, 2005


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Friday, February 11, 2005

The Earth may spin,
the death may rise,
the pages may burn,
the ages may turn...

...for I have no

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:15 PM


Thursday, February 10, 2005

Happy Birthday to me!

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:44 AM


S: "You are insane and you are a mythomaniac."

G: "Of course I am insane. How else could I be a genius."

W: "Of course I am a mythomaniac. How else could I be writer."

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:35 AM


Wednesday, February 09, 2005

[Removed by the author.]

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Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Je suis désolée... 

A tree stands,
a bird sings,
one girl smiles,
and one girl cries.

Time does not
spare a second.

The tree is singing,
the bird is the witness...

Je suis désolée.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:12 PM


"Este cuarto es muy pequeño para lo que yo sueño."


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:06 PM


Monday, February 07, 2005

I still cannot believe he died. We were not friends. He noticed my presence but he failed to notice my name. He was a complete stranger to me and maybe that is why I am still in awe...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:39 PM


Sunday, February 06, 2005

Le Vampire 

Toi qui, comme un coup de couteau,
Dans mon coeur plaintif es entrée;
Toi qui, forte comme un troupeau
De démons, vins, folle et parée,

De mon esprit humilié
Faire ton lit et ton domaine;
-Infâme à qui je suis lié
Comme un forçat à la chaîne,

Comme au jeu le joueur têtu,
Comme à la bouteille l'ivrogne,
Comme aux vermines la charogne, -
Maudite, maudite sois-tu!

J'ai prié le glaive rapide
De conquérir ma liberté
Et j'ai dit au poison perfide
De secourir ma lâcheté.

Hélas! le poison et le glaive
M'ont pris en dédain et m'ont dit:
«Tu n'es pas digne qu'on t'enlève
A ton esclavage maudit,

Imbécile! - de son empire
Si nos efforts te délivraient,
Tes baisers ressusciteraient
Le cadavre de ton vampire!»

~Charles Baudelaire

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:00 PM


Saturday, February 05, 2005

Why do I... 

...feel today
like crawling
to the darkest spot
under my bed to
die of loneliness?

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:02 PM


Friday, February 04, 2005

Stage Fright 

My new apartment is great and it would be greater if my cat liked it...she is currently hiding under the sheets and apparently she has no intention to come out. She is just like me, I guess.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:08 PM


Thursday, February 03, 2005

Birthday is coming soon. Hopefully people will remember this year.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:03 PM


To The Distant One 

And have I lost thee evermore,
Hast thou, oh, fair one, from me flown?
Still in mine ear sounds, as of yore,
Thine every word, thine every tone.

As when at morn the wanderer's eye
Attempts to pierce the air in vain,
When, hidden in the azure sky,
The lark high o'er him chants his strain:

So do I cast my troubled gaze
Through bush, through forest, o'er the lea;
Thou art invoked by all my lays;
Oh, come then, loved one, back to me!

~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:09 PM


Wednesday, February 02, 2005


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Tuesday, February 01, 2005


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Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis

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