Thursday, March 31, 2005

Ambasciatore della Luna 

(1974-2005)

Rest in Peace...my madly sweet

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Behold Nietzsche's Wife 

She does not look like a 'Donkey-Driver'.
She only looks like a trainwoman...with a scarf.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:09 PM

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Au secours ! 

Théâtre, viens à mon secours !
Je dors. Eveille-moi
Je suis perdu dans le noir, guide moi, au moins vers une bougie
Je suis paresseuse, fais-moi honte
Je suis fatigué, lève-moi
Je suis indifférent, frappe-moi
Je reste indifférente, casse-moi la figure
J’ai peur, encourage-moi
Je suis ignorante, éduque-moi
Je suis monstrueuse, humanise-moi
Je suis prétentieux, fais-moi mourir de rire
Je suis cynique, démonte-moi
Je suis bête, transforme-moi
Je suis méchante, punis-moi
Je suis dominant et cruel, combats-moi
Je suis pédante, moque-toi de moi
Je suis vulgaire, élève-moi
Je suis muette, dénoue-moi
Je ne rêve plus, traite-moi de lâche ou d’imbécile
J’ai oublié, lance sur moi la Mémoire
Je me sens vieille et rassie, fais bondir l’Enfance
Je suis lourd, donne-moi la Musique
Je suis triste, va chercher la Joie
Je suis sourde, en tempête fais hurler la Douleur
Je suis agité, fais monter la Sagesse
Je suis faible, allume l’Amitié
Je suis aveugle, convoque toutes les Lumières
Je suis soumise à la Laideur, fais entrer la Beauté conquérante
J’ai été recruté par la Haine, fais donner toutes les forces de l’Amour.

~Ariane Mnouchkine

Note aux traducteurs : Le mélange de féminin et de masculin est délibéré. Ne pas se croire obligé de corriger !

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:46 AM

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Sententia IV 

I live in Spanish.
I admire in French.
I feel in Italian.
I love in English.


I fear in German.

I ignore in Swedish.
I learn in Latin.
I hate in Greek.

I see through them all.

Consequently...

I do not think
my perspective is
wider than yours;
I know it for a fact.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:21 AM

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Sententia III 

I am not Socrates.
I am not Plato.

If you dare to reveal

your troglodyte
nature before me,
I will not appeal to

your intelligence.

Nor will I
attempt to evoke
the depths
of thought in you;

I will be
utterly aboveboard

and ask:
"Are you blind

or only retarded?"

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:14 AM

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Wednesday, March 30, 2005

"Goodbye" 

Now I recognize
it was always me
like a camera
set to expose

itself to a picture
or a pipe
through which the water
might run

or a chicken
dead for dinner
or a plan
inside the head

of a dead man.
Nothing so wrong
when one considered
how it all began.

It was Zukofsky's
"Born very young into a world
already very old..."
The century was well along

when I came in
and now that it's ending,
I realize it won't
be long.

But couldn't it all have been
a little nicer,
as my mother'd say. Did it
have to kill everything in sight,

did right always have to be so wrong?
I know this body is impatient.
I know I constitute only a meager voice and mind.
Yet I loved, I love.

I want no sentimentality.
I want no more than home.

~Robert Creeley (1926-2005)

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Contradiction in Terms 

Political Philosophy

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:13 PM

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Sententia II 

I am a writer.

The worst
but
a writer
nonetheless.

So che nessuno mi ha
domandato ma
conosco la forza
bruta anche.

Perciò...

If I had to fend
for my right to speak,
I would gladly
grab my pen... and
stab your eyes with it.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:42 AM

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To Narcissus Doe 

"Do I seriously need to explain the meaning of fiction and irony to you?"

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:39 AM

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Tuesday, March 29, 2005

You’ll love me yet!—and I can tarry 

You'll love me yet!—and I can tarry
Your love's protracted growing:
June reared that bunch of flowers you carry
From seeds of April's sowing.

I plant a heartful now: some seed
At least is sure to strike,
And yield—what you'll not pluck indeed,
Not love, but, may be, like!

You'll look at least on love's remains,
A grave's one violet:
Your look?—that pays a thousand pains.
What's death?—You'll love me yet!

~Robert Browning

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:30 AM

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Like I said... 

I feel.
You do not.
I love.
You cannot.
I win.
You lose.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:05 AM

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Monday, March 28, 2005

Hopefully I will resist the pressure offered by the eyes of diversity.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:23 PM

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Man, woman,
who cares one iota?
Man, woman,
equally banned from Eden.
Man, woman,
equally fine and finite.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:20 PM

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Sunday, March 27, 2005

Recapitulating 

It is not depression; it is existentialism.
Not depressed; only alive.
Life happens to me.
It could not get any worse...I hope.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 3:35 PM

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I am not happy at this moment. It finally hit me.
I ruined a perfectly unhealthy relationship.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 3:31 PM

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Saturday, March 26, 2005

Heureux Anniversaire
Ecce Mulier
 

Today I feel -again- like

crawling under my bed

to die of loneliness

but there is no space.

So instead...

Let me have

a glass of wine.

Here, to all the

Ophelias

in the history of this world.

My heartfelt thanks to everyone

for listening to my incessant diatribes.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:30 PM

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Friday, March 25, 2005

"Non ci si uccide per amore di una donna. Ci si uccide perché un amore, ci rivela nella nostra nudità, miseria, inermità, nulla."

~Cesare Pavese

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:42 AM

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Thursday, March 24, 2005

When will I ever learn? 

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Wednesday, March 23, 2005

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A little note... 

While going through my stats I noticed visits from blogs I had never heard of (or ever imagined that would visit my humble blog). Call me an idiot but I had no idea what memes were/are. The word itself still does not make much sense to me. I do not play these sort of games often. As a matter of fact, I had never played them...it was my first time.

Never imagined my meme-virginity would spread like a disease.

I am naive...so, sue me.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:43 AM

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I ought to find a reason to live within myself, for if I am not a good enough reason to myself to keep on living, then nothing is or will ever be.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:30 AM

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Sententia I 

There was never a difference
between having nothing and having you.
But, I do not hate you...
I only hope all Greek tragedies befall upon thee.

*

Non c'è nessuna differenza
tra avere niente e avere te.
Però non ti odio...
Desidero solo che tutte le tragedie
greche ti caschino addosso.

*

Il n'y a jamais eu de différence
entre ne rien avoir e t'avoir.
Mais je ne te hais pas...
Seulment j'espère que toutes les tragedies
grecques retomberont sur toi.

*

Nunca existiu nenhuma diferença
entre nāo ter nada e ter-te.
Mas nāo te odeio...
Somente espero que todas as tragedias
gregas recaiam sobre ti.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:23 AM

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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Tenuities 

My box in the corner is full of peculiar objects.

That...

I have collected for my collages.

Thankfully...

Most of these objects were discarded.

By...

An unknown soul who thought they had no use anymore.

Because...

Most of them were rubbish.

However...

It did not matter to me.

So...

I picked them up.

And...

I restored them.

Artlessly...

I thought beauty could come out of them.

Inexpertly...

I felt meaning could be peeled off of them.

But instead...

They still inhabit my box in the corner.

Sadly...

I still have not used them.

Therefore...

They still have no substantiality.

Unfortunately...

You were as one of these objects.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:10 AM

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Monday, March 21, 2005

À une passante 

La rue assourdissante autour de moi hurlait.
Longue, mince, en grand deuil, douleur majestueuse,
Une femme passa, d'une main fastueuse
Soulevant, balançant le feston et l'ourlet;

Agile et noble, avec sa jambe de statue.
Moi, je buvais, crispé comme un extravagant,
Dans son oeil, ciel livide où germe l'ouragan,
La douceur qui fascine et le plaisir qui tue.

Un éclair...puis la nuit!—Fugitive beauté
Dont le regard m'a fait soudainement renaître,
Ne te verrai-je plus que dans l'éternité?

Ailleurs, bien loin d'ici! Trop tard! Jamais peut-être!
Car j'ignore où tu fuis, tu ne sais où je vais,
O toi que j'eusse aimée, ô toi qui le savais!

~Charles Baudelaire

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:19 AM

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Sunday, March 20, 2005

Argumentum Ad Ignorantiam 

I would like to think your attitudes are completely out of your control. I would like to think you know no other way of being. But, we all are capable of controlling ourselves. Dominance over what we are is always a matter of will. It is a choice. Whether if it is conscious or unconscious.

Unfortunately, I still desire to love you.

The whole situation baffles me to no end. I wish I had the courage to tell you this. I wish I were not embarassed by my feelings towards you. And my chest does not provide enough space for what I feel. Because, I do love you and I wish I did not feel as if I were the biggest idiot the world has ever seen.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:39 AM

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Saturday, March 19, 2005

Of the various fatal diseases... 

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I am afflicted with the most dangerous kind:
Hopelessness.
People around me only worsen my condition;
I wish I were six feet under ground...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:20 PM

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Friday, March 18, 2005

He said, "I think you and your friends are purists."

I said, "We are not purists. We are only the right of the left."

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:50 AM

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Thursday, March 17, 2005

[Poem]

I feel I am, I only know I am,
And plod upon the earth as dull and void:
Earth's prison chilled my body with its dram
Of dullness, and my soaring thoughts destroyed.
I fled to solitudes from passion's dream,
But strife pursued—I only know I am.
I was a being created in the race
Of men, disdaining bounds of place and time,
A spirit that could travel o'er the space
Of earth and heaven, like a thought sublime—
Tracing creation, like my Maker free,—
A soul unshackled—like eternity:
Spurning earth's vain and soul debasing thrall—
But now I only know I am,—that's all.

~John Clare

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:26 PM

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Sounds to me as if it were an antagonist symbiosis.
Tell me, who is the parasite of whom?

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:05 AM

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Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Reading is not equal to comprehending... 

It does not really matter if you read a thousand books when you do not understand thoroughly at least one of them. Comprehension usually translates into actions.

You may all disagree with me though. From my own balcony, this still is the perspective.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:16 PM

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Ti ho veduto. La tua presenza silenziosa mi confonde. Ma se parlassi con te, le mie parole non sarebbero ascoltate.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:59 AM

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Tuesday, March 15, 2005

If I am to whore myself,
I prefer to do it physically...
not intellectually.
 

Every day that passes by I am more convinced that you and I have developed a sort of Nietzschean-Wagnerian bond. I get way too much attention from you. Although I feel extremely flattered...why does it matter what I do or not?

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:22 PM

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You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?

Now that I finally understand the question I will go with Ecce Homo.

Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?

I love Dr. Jekyll but I love Mr. Hyde even more!

The last book you bought is:

Selected Writings of Edward Sapir, Edited by David G. Mandelbaum

The last book you read:

The Search For The Perfect Language, by Umberto Eco

What are you currently reading?

Spectres of Marx, by Jacques Derrida

Five books you would take to a deserted island:

Ulysses, by James Joyce

The Portable Oscar Wilde, by Oscar Wilde

Tutti Gli Uomini Sono Mortali, by Simone de Beauvoir

The Divine Comedy, by Dante Allighieri

Leonardo da Vinci: The Complete Paintings and Drawings, by Frank Zollner et al

Who are you going to pass this stick to (3 persons) and why?



3.- Holly

...because I want to.

Via Brian

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:37 AM

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Monday, March 14, 2005

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Sunday, March 13, 2005

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Saturday, March 12, 2005

Nothing to be done... 

The desire to crawl under the painful memory of you, allows me to see that I am not not a living drama but dramatically alive.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:35 AM

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Why do I feel as if I were the dirty little secret that some people have?

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:12 AM

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Friday, March 11, 2005

Against a Will 

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The leaf fights
against
the wind while
I see a worm
being
smashed in
two pieces
by your beak.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:19 AM

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Does it hurt? 

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It most definitely does;
when my skin is being torn
I can see the tissue burning
and my flesh is full of blood.

Flesh exposed is red like roses
and not purple like most bruises
which have vanished in the darkness
that has offered me its ignorance
to hide.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:18 AM

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Thursday, March 10, 2005

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Some artists do not give a damn about the sense people might find -or not- in their works. Sometimes nonsense owes its nonsensicality to inconsistencies within the form. Most of the times, however, nonsensicality is nothing but the desperate and narcissistic Scream of the artist.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:52 AM

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Wednesday, March 09, 2005

It Means What It Means 

If my sense were your sense, you would not be you; you would be I.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:02 PM

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It was an
impulse but
I
could not
see the light
anymore.

It was drastic
and perhaps
I
will never
see the light
again.

It was stupid
also because
most
likely I
lost my light
forever.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:12 AM

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Tuesday, March 08, 2005

On the birth of literature in motion... 

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Monday, March 07, 2005

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*

Listening to: I Don't Want to Get Over You, by The Magnetic Fields.

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What They Want 

Vallejo writing about
loneliness while starving to
death;
Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a
whore;
Rimbaud running off to Africa
to look for gold and finding
an incurable case of syphilis;
Beethoven gone deaf;
Pound dragged through the streets
in a cage;
Chatterton taking rat poison;
Hemingway’s brains dropping into
the orange juice;
Pascal cutting his wrists
in the bathtub;
Artaud locked up with the mad;
Dostoevsky stood up against a wall;
Crane jumping into a boat propeller;
Lorca shot in the road by Spanish
troops;
Berryman jumping off a bridge;
Burroughs shooting his wife;
Mailer knifing his.
—that’s what they want:
a God damned show
a lit billboard
in the middle of hell.
That’s what they want,
that bunch of
dull
inarticulate
safe
dreary
admirers of
carnivals.


~Charles Bukowski

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:18 AM

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Not having comments makes me feel as if I could get away with murder...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:01 AM

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Sunday, March 06, 2005

Paradoxically, the sun looks brighter when you are under a shadow.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:39 PM

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Variation On The Word Sleep 

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun and three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again and become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and as you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
and that necessary.

~Margaret Atwood

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:25 PM

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Saturday, March 05, 2005

Guajiro Dream 

If I were loved, I would be happy.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:31 AM

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Friday, March 04, 2005

Spectres survive all catastrophes
-just like cockroaches-
until the day they forgive each other.

*

Sometimes forgiving is another form of letting someone go.
Resentment, on the other hand, unites.

*

The day my heart broke, I yearned.
And the day my ego broke, I learned.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:48 AM

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Thursday, March 03, 2005

...and I thought Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde could not materialize.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:34 PM

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One of the features of my blog that I most love, is its silence.
It never questions.
It has no choice but to listen to me.
Its only attempt to communicate with me comes in the form of an idling blink.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:40 AM

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'Rorschach-ize' This 

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Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Pourquoi pas? 

Parce que vous êtes impossible...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:37 PM

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I suddenly feel free to say what I am and to be what I say.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:43 PM

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Tuesday, March 01, 2005

[...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:22 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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