Thursday, June 30, 2005

[...¬ ª µ...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:00 PM


Wednesday, June 29, 2005

My personal tragedy
is not a product of circumstances
as much as it is of my
awareness over these circumstances.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:03 PM


Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Let me have some fun... 


Monday, June 27, 2005


Sunday, June 26, 2005

On reality... 

Calling me a liar for not being the same woman as Nietzsche's Wife in person is just about as silly as calling Kafka a liar for not being Gregor Samsa; a liar for not being a giant vermin...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:29 PM



Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:17 PM


Saturday, June 25, 2005


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:31 PM


Friday, June 24, 2005

The undying hatred running through the veins of individuals will never cease to amaze me. Their resentment towards their pasts boils their blood until it consumes them; slowly and painfully.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:10 PM


Thursday, June 23, 2005

Personal in: "I am probably the only one who cares about this; and I am sorry if you do not care; but, I do; and, I believe it is not possible to keep on walking when there is an abyss ahead of me."


My fictional innocence makes me believe two people can actually love each other; it makes me believe that no matter how upset they both may be with each other, one of them will see further; it makes me believe one of them will be wise enough to see that love transcends insignificances.

My fictional innocence makes me believe I am not another Tereza; it makes me believe you are not another Tomas.

But, I get what I get for my ingenousness; I should not believe in this type of fiction; I deserve my pain for believing I am another fairytale character; a character that will live 'happily ever after'...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:37 PM


Wednesday, June 22, 2005 unbalanced me. It is as if I had been able to keep my balance by detaching and someone had sunk me in a raw reality. The one reality I have done a damn good job at detaching from.

I do not feel as if had the strenght to move on. I find no reason or purpose to move on. It is as if I wanted to sit down and let the world pass by as unperceived while I sit and wait for my time to reach its end.

I wish I could know if what I feel is a product of a reality that offers me nothing but sadness. As opposed to the lack of a substance...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:38 PM



Tuesday, June 21, 2005

...could it be me?

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:57 PM


Monday, June 20, 2005


I feel like Joyce Brabner; I am in the middle of a crisis trying to explain to myself "Why everything in my life has to be such a complicated disaster..."

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:30 PM


Coin Operated Boy 


Sunday, June 19, 2005

And I repeat myself... 

Internet leaves many gaps to be filled by the imagination, or desires of either part. If one has a mutilated and distorted image, the natural outcome is an adjusting, filling, and completing instinct...painfully impelled by nostalgia.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:38 PM


Saturday, June 18, 2005


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:21 PM


Friday, June 17, 2005

It nearly fell down... 

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...but, it did not.



My wall is up...again.

Try a bulldozer next time; chisels bend.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:21 AM


Thursday, June 16, 2005


Two bodies a piece of land away
Two minds beg purpose to stay
Two souls refuse to stray
Two sights yearning for clarity
Two wills struggle with disparity

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:45 PM


Will they have a good Bloomsday? 

Yes I think yes ; they will yes; I guess yes; I hope yes...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:48 AM


Wednesday, June 15, 2005


My auditive intelligence is nearly non-existent. Say something; just anything; it will bounce. So completely engrossed. Or autistic, if you will.


...I am sorry to express this through my blog. I understand if you do not have the need to express "personal matters". I clearly see your core through your metaphors...

My apologies for not writing in the same tremendously intelligent manner as you do. Truth is...I am torn. As you can probably deduce, your critical appreciations over my emotions do not mind or matter.


I wish I were the woman portrayed by my words. I wish Nietzsche's Wife and I were the same person; but, we are not; and, if I can deal with my wimpy 'otherness', I do not see why you cannot do the same.


I only have one stable week per month. Three weeks are chaos. Emotional chaos. Mood swings. It hurts.









Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:39 AM


Tuesday, June 14, 2005

I am not my words;


I live through them.


I am no one outside;


I am nothing inside.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:56 PM


If this makes me
happy, time will show;
if it makes me
unhappy, a blade will know.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:36 PM


Monday, June 13, 2005


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:20 AM


Sunday, June 12, 2005


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Saturday, June 11, 2005


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Friday, June 10, 2005


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Thursday, June 09, 2005


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:39 PM


Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Sunk In Polysemia 

I have nothing.

This form,
so full
of words;
and empty
of glow.

This heart,
so full
of daze;
and empty
of days.

This hope,
so full
of hatred;
and empty
of joy.

This mind,
so full
of tears;
and full
of trash.

And this body...

This body,
so full
of fears;
and empty
of life.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:30 PM


Tuesday, June 07, 2005


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:56 PM


Monday, June 06, 2005

1. Total number of books I’ve owned:

My father and my grandfather collected books, and I inherited their collection; however, I only have 400 books with me...more or less.

2. Last book I bought:

a) Tales of Love, by Julia Kristeva

b) Flatland : A Romance of Many Dimensions, by Edwin A. Abbott

c) Too Much Coffee Man: Parade of Tirade, by Shannon Wheeler (this one counts as a book to me...if it is not, it still looks like one).

3. Last book I read:

Die Physiker, by Friedrich Dürrenmatt

4. Five books that mean a lot to me:

(not in order of importance - chosen by their significance)

a) Human All Too Human, by Friedrich Nietzsche...if I gave my reasons I would probably be committed.

b) Complete Hans Christian Andersen Fairy Tales, by Hans Christian Andersen...because my father read it to me.

c) The Complete Grimm's Fairy Tales, by Brothers Grimm...this was actually my first book. A book I could refer to as, "Mine; only mine."

d) Art of the Drama, by Fred B. Millett and Gerald Bentley...Ivan gave me this book and I will never forget what he said when he gave it to me.

e) Art of Loving, by Erich Fromm...because: "If I love the other person, I feel one with him or her, but with him as he is, not as I need him to be as an object for my use." (p. 26)

If I had to pass this, it would be to:

1.- Helreith Keeper...because "bears have ears".

2.- My favorite Stick Boy...because he likes to play.

3.- He who fights...because he is wise.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:48 PM


Sunday, June 05, 2005


Saturday, June 04, 2005

She was born in an inexistent world
& grew up in an inexistent land
with her inexistent friends.

She played with her inexistent dolls
& kicked all her inexistent balls
with her inexistent legs.

She learned about inexistent laws
& desired an inexistent justice
with her inexistent heart.

She also loved an inexistent boy
& broke his inexistent pride
with her inexistent joy.

She finally died in her inexistent bed
& was buried in the inexistent land
with her inexistent pets.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:03 PM


Friday, June 03, 2005

Imagina ser como los gatos:
que todos a los que les caes
mal sean alérgicos a tí...

y que no se te acerquen
en lo más mínimo.


Imagine being like cats:
that everyone who does not like you
is allergic to you...

and that they do not
come close to you in the least.


I quit!
I tried translating my own phrase and I failed.
You may translate it though...if you feel so inclined.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:16 PM


Thursday, June 02, 2005

“When you come into the theatre, you have to be willing to say, ‘We’re all here to undergo a communion, to find out what the hell is going on in this world’. If you’re not willing to say that, what you get is entertainment instead of art, and poor entertainment at that.”

~David Mamet, from Three Uses of the Knife

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:43 PM


E.P. is one of my "maps". Though it might not be evident, I honestly admire & respect him. For that reason, I decided to remove the link to what I will refer to as: 'the article'. I believe he is right; I should neither support nor promote brutishness.

My intention was clearly to expose it; an innocent snowball should be stopped from becoming an avalanche. But perhaps by linking to 'the article' I was, in reality, increasing its size.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:02 PM


Wednesday, June 01, 2005

It is said that the one who understands the meaning of profanity is profane in the same proportion as the one who utters profanity...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:49 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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