Saturday, April 30, 2005

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Cohesiveness 

Some people think I am a bit too drastic when I judge (as in discern) to whom I speak or not. They think I do not give people the opportunity to reveal themselves before me. They think I am narrow-minded. But, am I? I do not think so! We all are what we think, do, say, hope, feel, ecc., & I would like to think people are not in fragments. A being is a being. An organism. A system. Everything is connected & related. Consequently, I will not speak to those who mistreat animals, or to those who are not interested in analyzing who, what, where, or why they are.

People might still think a profession is only a profession for I will still stand for my view:

"A profession is not only a profession, it is a standpoint. Get it? A standpoint!"

Per essempio, if you choose to be an economist, an accountant, or an administrator, I will not speak to you. Unless, of course, you are only interested in learning about Administration, Accounting, or Economics because you are a humanist.
Unfortunately, we both know you do not choose Economics, Accounting, or Administration out of pure humanistic eagerness. You choose them because you are anaesthetised. You choose them because you are the whorest of the whores.

We all have physiological needs. We have to eat. We need shelter. We also have intellectual & emotional needs. We need books. We need pens. Ergo, we need money. Nevertheless, there are several paths to take in order to forestall whoriness.

If you disagree or think the 'you' I am talking about is, actually, you...it does not affect me in the slightest. In fact, a m'in ceva un caz!

[Insert my picture with my arms crossed & my tongue stuck out on you here]


*

I still want a tattoo. Aside from the beauty in the view, I know I would be signing, for good, my renounce to the emptiness of corporate worlds.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:58 AM

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Quarant'Anni 

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She said: "Oh, if you have a major in Dramatic Arts you should work for [...]. They pay well."

I said: "First, I am an artist, not an entertainer. Second, I am a dramaturge. Third, I am, most definitely, not an intellectual whore."

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:38 AM

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Friday, April 29, 2005

Adsum III
or
On the place where I am currently at...
 

Despite my megalomaniac melancholy, there should be no doubt over my desire to express myself congruently, eloquently. I know some people enjoy my writing; I know some others do not. Either way, this is how I write, & this is who I am. Nevertheless, if at any given day I am required to write differently or to be a different person, so be it. I know my views may transform over the time. I know no one will ever know everything that there is to be known. I know I am not an exception.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:06 PM

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Linguistically Upset 

So you are trying to say that my attempt to utilise language properly is completely irrelevant, and that it does not really matter because as long as I convey my ideas nobody cares?!

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:39 PM

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Thursday, April 28, 2005

[...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:53 PM

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Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Why do I speak
as though I were
just another commonplace?

Very simple. Because I am...
 

Oh,
dear Romeo,
you are not

a
representation of
a pure love

but
an interpretation
of its name.

And
I wonder
if my love

is
unwilling illiteracy,
or pertinacious folly.

Too
bad I
am another Juliet,

because,
as such,
I will, sadly,

get

what I
have always wanted.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:30 PM

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Tuesday, April 26, 2005

A matter of perspective... 

Some people turn their lights on; some of them do not.
Some people think it is day still; some of them think it is night already.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:54 PM

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Her problem with most
Hard Rock & Metal
lovers...
 

Only a few Ginsbergs get away with a,
'Fuck you [whoever, whatever]',
without sounding only
noisily inarticulate.
They say, 'The world sucks...'
They repeat, 'You suck...'
They command, 'Fuck you!'
Fans echo, 'Yeah, everything sucks!'
Fans interpret, 'Yeah, fuck everything!'
Fans translate, 'Let's make noise
and trash the place down to
denounce we yearn for order'.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:08 AM

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Monday, April 25, 2005

Le Monologue Shakespearien 

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Sunday, April 24, 2005

Drunkening 

The heavy, sweet, sour, sometimes bitter, taste.
It fills your mouth with desire.
It is not good but strange.

Vastly complicated.

Its effects alter your mind.
Completely numb you just give in.
It embraces you against your will.

You enjoy it.
You suffer it.
You indulge.

You see the light again.
Another morning, another day.
You wake up. The taste is gone.

You regret.
You whine.
You groan.

You know remembering the atrocities
committed under its spell is worthless.
You know it will never transcend.

You only want to forget.

It could not be otherwise, of course.
It inhabits the realms of the Ephemeral.
It is my peculiar and forgettable flavor.

It is who I am.
It is what I signify.
It is where I will be.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:01 PM

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Saturday, April 23, 2005

Flu with the sick.
Sick with the flu.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:12 PM

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Friday, April 22, 2005

Malata 

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Thursday, April 21, 2005

[...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:23 PM

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Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Intensely Unhappy 

You may write as you want to know
for
I will write as I know to want.

*

Is
Art
my path
to denounce
or
to renounce?

*

Coming back
and
starting over
are
hardly the
same.

*

But I have chosen my facade will be, "Woe is me!"*
And you may still choose the, "Joy is me!" facade.
What difference does it make either way?
Mourn and sorrow will never cease to be.
And I will still feel like crying.
And I will still feel like dying.

* Expression ruthlessly stolen from The Bone

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:09 PM

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Tuesday, April 19, 2005

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Monday, April 18, 2005

And she wanders... 

Her fears flooded
the ceiling
and threatened
to fall over abruptly
and drown her
if she stared at them.

Why?

That which had been up
was misteriously
down; that which had
been white was
fathomlessly black.

Where?

Not within her
but
beyond her.

So?

She suddenly stopped and wondered
if the poles had traded places.

Last night?

It was not a nightmare; she was quite awake.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:06 PM

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Just another Tereza
wishes
a
Happy Birthday
to
Just another Tomas

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:13 AM

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Sunday, April 17, 2005

Lakposhtha hâm parvaz mikonand 

Turtles do fly...especially when they step on a mine.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:21 PM

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Hybrid 

No one can blame her for artlessness.

No one can blame her for her sweet-and-sourness.

Or

her

no-one-ness

or

her

un-known-ness.

Does she need to drink scotch in order to be accepted by the Writer's House Illuminati?

If she used her blog to narrate the story of your life, it would still be personal.

Oh, you think she has a mental problem?

Actually, she has many. Nevertheless, her type of insanity translates into Art, whereas other types translate into cloneness.

After all, people usually understand this world according to their cerebral lesion.

Plus, the depths of her language are only known by a few. But her language knows about its depths. Her language knows about the secrets behind passion. Whereas yours does not.

Ugh!

If she took Paxil she would still find human condition utterly disgusting and senseless; however, it would be from a higher point.

Hmm...

If Frankenstein had been created out of fragments of genres, this is how he would look like.

Not a single word in her blog is definite. She deletes. She removes. She rectifies. She moves.

She: (Elle essaye) "She will write but she will stay inside her closet. You cannot summon her tears; you are not invited within."

A load of nonsense? She knows.

The

innocent eye

will always be blind...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:01 PM

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Saturday, April 16, 2005

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Friday, April 15, 2005

[...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:31 PM

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Thursday, April 14, 2005

Theatrum Mundi 

We are
the
ultimate
and only sect.
You may beg, you may kneel,
you may praise, you may plead,
you may
raise,
not your
head,
nor your
heart.
Once a
member
you
will never
be forgiven
if you fail.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:05 PM

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Omnium Gatherum 

The
vast majority
of my ideas
end
in red
or die
in bed.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:03 PM

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Wednesday, April 13, 2005

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Tuesday, April 12, 2005

[...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:20 PM

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Monday, April 11, 2005

16

¿Es la poesía un pretexto de la locura?
¿O es la locura un pretexto de la poesía?
¿O las dos son un pretexto de otra cosa,
de otra cosa excesivamente justa
y que no puede hablar?


~Roberto Juarroz

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:16 PM

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Sunday, April 10, 2005

Adsum II 

A

Narcissistic

Humanist

Not

Humanitarian

But

Misanthropic

Pessimistic

And


Self-centered

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:44 PM

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Saturday, April 09, 2005

[...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:39 PM

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Friday, April 08, 2005

Note to self... 

There is an immense difference
between
being an artist and being an entertainer.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:24 PM

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Thursday, April 07, 2005

Adsum 

Insanabile scribendi cacoēthes.

*

Adsum Rectus

Insanabile scribendi timor.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:30 PM

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Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Does it hurt? 

Only
when
I
remember...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:27 PM

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When

the

gaps

are

not

filled

with

diamonds.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:49 AM

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Tuesday, April 05, 2005

And indeed... 

"April is the cruellest month..."

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:51 AM

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Monday, April 04, 2005

What makes you think I am talking to you? 

One of the advantages of my insanity is that I get to talk to myself out loud. As I do every single day over here. So try to convince me I am talking to your you and not to my I.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:03 PM

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Sunday, April 03, 2005

"So viel Misstrauen, so viel Philosophie."

~Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Gay Science (346)

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:02 PM

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Modifying Template
Everything looks strange

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:23 PM

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Saturday, April 02, 2005

Terseness 

My.


Word.


Luck.


Irony.


No.


Run!

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:08 PM

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The Poetics of Searching 

I saw what you did once and I could not control myself...I had to plagiarize the praxis.

*

"Linguistic Architect"
ecce mulier
girl crying
Hombres Necios
I'm just a fucked up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind
intj relationship problems
la douceur qui fascine et le plaisir qui tue
magnanimous despair
Mulier
nietzsche "on truth and lie" help
nietzsche extreme makeover
she was really quite pretty and also quite shocking
stuck inside Fahrenheit 451
surrealism
They take away a few things they can use, dirty and confound the remainder, and revile the whole

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:36 PM

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Friday, April 01, 2005

Happy Birthday E! 

I will never be an old man.
To me, old age is always 15 years older than I am.

Francis Bacon

*

Age is an issue of mind over matter.
If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

Mark Twain

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:00 PM

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To people who walk in front of me
and stop abruptly
in the middle of the hallway:
 

"Walk as if there were life and sense in you!"

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:27 AM

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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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