Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Hectic weeks. Little time to evince Determinism in Great Expectations. The completeness of a play regardless of its representation still haunts my logic. Peter Pan Syndrome; wombs that preclude human growth. No commitment to learn, eat, walk, move, love, breathe...to live. What an interesting essay that would be. If only...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:21 PM


Sitting under a tree. Reading "Postmodernist Culture". I was waiting for an idea to fall. Newton & apples & leaves & books. He suddenly approached to ask me why I read what other people had already said. If that were my logic, why read at all then?

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:18 PM


Rotterdam Syndrome 

Not once I have implied my perspective is a fact. Though it is fact to me; under my circumstances; a fact to the reality I live in. But, not once have I tried to inflict my view upon others. It is only mine.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:14 PM


It is personal;
not ad hominem.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:11 PM


Monday, May 30, 2005

The Weary Chain 


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Sunday, May 29, 2005


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Saturday, May 28, 2005

Busy working on:

"The Misadventures of Mussolinette and Her Siamese Cat Hilter."

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:42 PM


Friday, May 27, 2005


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Thursday, May 26, 2005

"Postmodernism and the Academy" 

"The difficulties of knowing the contemporary are well known. Knowledge, it is often claimed, can only be gained and enjoyed about what is in some sense over and done with. The claim to know the contemporary is therefore often seen as a kind of conceptual violence, a fixing of the fluid and formless energies of the urgently (but tenuously) present now into a knowable and speakable form, by fundamental and irrevocable acts of critical choosing. This formulation rests upon a sense of the inherent division between experience and knowledge, a belief that, when we experience life, we can only partially understand it, and when we try to understand life, we are no longer really experiencing it. According to this model, knowledge is always doomed to arrive too late on the scene of experience."

~Steven Connor, from "Postmodernism and the Academy" in Postmodernist Culture.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:06 PM


My translation:

"Wanting to establish solidarity among poets, scholars, writers, artists, etc., is useless. All these identities were born to stinginess, to the deepest dissatisfaction. All of them, however, aspire to nobility. Distrust prevails among all of them; among themselves. All these identities are composed of the unbalanced. And it is okay that it is. Even worse to be normal or 'happy' or balanced, so to say, anaesthetised. But the path of seeking, thus is, a lonely road. And it is good that it is. It is a path traced exclusively by you, a path that you found yourself. And if you are mistaken, only you made the mistake."

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:00 PM


Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Id est 

Let us not dwell
in the realms of
for its infinite
will nullify not
only my stance,
but yours too.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:26 PM


Tuesday, May 24, 2005

The Girl Who Wanted To Disappear 

Girl: “Am I still here?”

Boy: “Yes; I am afraid you have gone nowhere.”

Girl: “But I tried very hard.”

Boy: “You are still here though.”

Girl: “Should I attempt closing my eyes this time?”

Boy: “That would be a good idea.”

Girl: (Closes her eyes and breathes faster and faster) “Bah! I am still here.”

Boy: “How do you know?”

Girl: “Because if the reality were otherwise, you would not be standing in front of me.”

Boy: “I wonder though…have you noticed we are standing on clouds?”

Girl: “What are you…? Oh…when did this happen? Grab me! I don’t want to fall down!”

Boy: “I think your desire to disappear has turned the world upside down.”

Girl: “Are you saying it is my fault?”

Boy: “I fear it is.”

(Sudden blackout)


To be continued...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:00 PM


Monday, May 23, 2005

and where was I?


My languid mind
was looking for
a blight of an
Acherontic type.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:35 PM


My cherished friend at Blindheit has given me a baton...

1. Total music volume in my computer:

17 GB

2.-The last CD I bought:

The Lemon of Pink, by The Books.

3. Song playing right now:

Bad Habit, by The Dresden Dolls.

4. Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:

- Girl, by Papas Fritas.

- No hay lugar, by Pauline en la playa.

- Monochrome, by Yann Tiersen

- The Man That I Am With My Man, by The Hidden Cameras.

- Quarant'anni, by Modena City Ramblers.

¬Three people to whom I'm passing the baton:

1.- Hollow Kid

2.- Brian

3.- Helreith Keeper

Only because I know they will play...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:30 PM


To a certain professor of mine,

It does not matter that you possess boundless knowledge over a certain field of study if you know not how to transmit it. Someone who knows not how to listen with both, ears and eyes, is not likely to be a good educator.

For that reason, I humbly ask you to tell me, from whom did you acquire your pedagogical skills? From Hitler?!

Foolishly Yours

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:13 PM


Sunday, May 22, 2005

Not a surprise... 

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You scored as Friedrich Nietzsche. You are Friedrich Nietzsche. You are a sweet philosopher who believed that humans are caught up in "herds" and need to break free and be individuals. Also, there are no standards to judge against, because "God is dead." You also probably suffer from a mental illness, probably due to some form of an untreated STD, and will most likely suffer a mental collapse.

Friedrich Nietzsche......89%

Jean-Paul Sartre..........64%

Soren Kierkegaard.......60%

Albert Camus................43%

Martin Heidegger.........43%

Not An Existentialist....19%

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Saturday, May 21, 2005

Because I concord... 

From where I see feel it, this yearning to be famous stems from an ideal poets have acquired. Poetry has become another profession to them. Some poets fail to understand the sublime purpose behind their craft; and place themselves in the same scenario as executives; they strive to be successful; they strive to have a place in a stock market that is managed by no one -and where it is not possible to invest- due to its ethereal nature; due to its quality of being made purely of the material found only where emotions emanate from.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:58 PM


Friday, May 20, 2005

The Nonexistent Story 

"Run!" said she.

"Why should I?" asked him.

"Because they are coming," warned she.

"Who is 'they'?" dumb him.

"The Mind-Washers," confirmed she.

"Among Kitten-Eaters, and Aspirers-Aspirators, Mind-Washers are the worst," trapped she.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:29 PM


Thursday, May 19, 2005

[... - ...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:37 PM


Wednesday, May 18, 2005


Some of my recent posts have provoked unusual responses. It is said readers usually misinterpret what they read only/if words are not expressed clearly. Although I do not deny for a moment that there might not be clarity in my words, some people just do everything they can to understand ONLY what they want.

The first unexpected comment came when I gave my comment on "Eats, Shoots & Leaves"; I never thought it could be interpreted as a political innuendo. The second comment came when I posted my view on what being an artist meant to me. Shall I repeat? To me; only; me.

Now, I have read over, and over, and over what I wrote trying to find where it says people with a 9-5 job could not be artists and should burn in hell. Unfortunately, I cannot see it. Thus I wonder if you—the one who left the comment—are capable of seeing my entire life and motives between the lines. But, I know you see neither; and I think you misunderstood what I was saying and why; which is all right. Let me rephrase for you to understand.

My comment only meant that being an "artist" to me is not a profession. It might be in practice, but not in theory. To me, it is a peculiar and sensible attitude as an individual towards life. It is a private 'cosmogony'; a perspective of the world. Art works such as sculptures, poems, music, etc. are only the manifestation of this perspective, view, posture, or as you wish to call it. It has nothing to do with social classes or with material resources. It is the essence of what is engraved in my mind and that will affect my performance as a human being.

Something that needs to be perfectly clear is that it is not reasonable for you to tell me my view comes from my comfortable life. You do not know how my life has been; and I am not saying tragedy is my life; because, I am perfectly aware of the disgrace that prevails in the life of other people; and I know the mishaps I have gone through are nothing in comparison. And still....

I am sorry if you feel as one of the victims of capitalism; and I am sorry if you feel you have to justify your mediocrity by blaming the world and your lack of resources; and it is not my fault if you feel hurt by my circumstances; and I am sorry if you cannot manage without a job because you do not have "a dad" to support you financially. But, guess what? I do not have a father either. He died from leukemia 12 years ago.

My point is, do you really think you are 'the suitable person' to tell me I know not what having a tough life is? Do you seriously think I feel I am an artist because of where I live? Not really. First, you will have to admit you do not know me enough to give such a judgement. Plus, I did not open the door of my house to you for you to judge me in such a broad and folly manner. Second, if I give no importance to the zone where I am located, I do not see why it should be of any importance to you. I could probably tell you my family's background for you to understand that my interest and knowledge over Art is not spontaneous. But since I have justified myself enough for today...I will not. Third, there will always be people who see Virgin Mary in a stain of water; or people who think Incas worshipped Satan; or people who think I care enough about them to actually refer to them. Consequently, I will only say: "If it suits you, wear it"...just as I did.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:25 AM


Tuesday, May 17, 2005


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Monday, May 16, 2005

I hate sacred cows


I hate secret vows.

I hate exclusive codes

as much as

I hate eccentric modes.

I hate ball-lickers


I hate when they flicker.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:49 PM


Sunday, May 15, 2005

Mind your own art!

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:30 PM


Saturday, May 14, 2005

I heard on a T.V. commercial for a laundry detergent:

"Del polvo venimos y hacia la mancha vamos."

(Translation: "From the dust we come and to the stain we go.")

I prefer to ignore the interpretation of 'la mancha' as 'the stain' and to reinterpret it this way:

"From the dust we come; to La Mancha we go."

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:24 PM


Either you have it or you do not... 

To me, being an artist is neither a 9-5 job, nor an outfit I can take off, or put on at will. It is a Weltanschauung; art works are only the materialization of the latter.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:14 PM


Friday, May 13, 2005


Thursday, May 12, 2005


Bunthorne's Bride

Written by

W.S. Gilbert

Composed by

Arthur Sullivan

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Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:14 PM


Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Farò quello che devo fare... 

Né vado, né vengo.
Voglio un sentiero sicuro.
Né imploro, né prego.
Non voglio un fato oscuro.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:09 PM


He said philologists ought to perceive literature sans language in mind. My theory: either he said something stupidly profound, or I am profoundly stupid because that makes no sense to me.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:57 PM


Tuesday, May 10, 2005


Monday, May 09, 2005

To my I... 

"The first duty in life is to be as artificial as possible.
111What the second duty is no one has as yet discovered."

~Oscar Wilde

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:51 PM


Sunday, May 08, 2005

Not quite a stickler but a martinet... 

I finally finished reading Eats, Shoots & Leaves. It is quite a good book. And no, I do not care if some people think it is "Punctuation for Dummies". Lynne Truss's approach to what could be just-another-boring-punctuation-handbook is terribly entertaining. I, however, found a statement that disturbed me.

If anyone within U.S. territory refers to the U.S. as America, I will not even blink. Nevertheless, if a person who is not in the U.S. refers to the U.S. as America, I can only think this person is an ignorant. Or does not give a royal peanut for proper expressions. Or does not care for the identity of individuals who are not Americans from the U.S.—which would be possibly a bagatelle. Unless, of course, this person refers to himself/herself as a stickler; whose broad and uninformed statement gives yet another definition to irony. Because, a stickler is a stickler, right?

Truss explains the history of exclamation marks and, à propos, she mentions the use of these in America. And I quote:

Everyone knows the exclamation mark—or exclamation point, as it is known in America. (Truss, 2004: 136)

If I am not mistaken, America is not only the U.S. Not quite; almost; but, not yet. Plus, "exclamation marks" are not only known as "exclamation points" or "exclamation marks", they are also known as "exclamation signs" for Central and South American countries. And, I have never heard anyone in the U.S. referring to this: '!' as "exclamation point".

But given that I am just another idiotically crazy woman, I could be wrong.

I am not a native English speaker; I do, however, recognize some mistakes that some native English speakers make. It is all right though. We all make mistakes. Indeed. What troubles me is the mediocre sort of sticklerness. After all, who -aside from Carroll, Swinburne, or Lear- cares about punctuating nonsense properly.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:46 AM


Saturday, May 07, 2005

'Swallow'; my father used to call me 'Swallow'. Whenever he tried to explain anything to me, I came up with a folly, 'Oh, I already know that'. He knew back then that I was never going to learn; he knew, as I do now, that I will never build a complete nest; I know, as he did, that a swallow knows it will never learn...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:54 AM




A few weeks ago R.T. and I held a debate over the pronunciation of 'ecce'. I said it should be pronounced:

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He said it should be pronounced:

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After consulting it with a Classical Philology professor, I confirmed what I knew regarding both pronunciations. J.P. mentioned my pronunciation belonged to the Classical style; whereas R.T.'s pronunciation belonged to the Italian style. He also mentioned a third pronunciation; the Spanish style:

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As for me, I prefer the Classical pronunciation. Even if that means that instead of:

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I have to say:

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Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:51 AM


Friday, May 06, 2005


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Thursday, May 05, 2005

A little experiment... 

The Society of the Spectacle
still has not learned about
Theatre of the Avant-Garde;
they will not accept the
Three Uses of the Knife;
they think about Disgrace or Foe;
they do not hope for Illuminations.

And still, I can assure you that
The Raven has warned me
about my Great Expectations
over Wuthering Heights;
Tales of Love will always lead to
The Tempest or Hard Times;
And I know The Way of Love;
And I wonder, Why Different?

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:34 PM


By the way... 

...my blog is not only personal;
es ist innigsten.
You might appreciate this feature;
oder noch nich mal.
Either way, I am pleased;
bist du bereit?

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:25 PM


Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Undecidable Invisibility 

lustrum that
shows as intolerable.

year that
reveals my futility.

month that
shows as noticeable.

week that
reveals my disparity.

day that
shows as despicable.

hour that
reveals my mortality.

minute that
shows as inevitable.

second that
reveals my invisibility.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:03 PM


Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Project Mussolinette 


Monday, May 02, 2005


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Sunday, May 01, 2005

[--]shaping &..... 


Translated by: R.L.

Claims and Complaints: Here

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:19 PM


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