Friday, September 30, 2005

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Thursday, September 29, 2005

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Wednesday, September 28, 2005

She Walketh Veiled and Sleeping 

She walketh veiled and sleeping,
For she knoweth not her power;
She obeyeth but the pleading
Of her heart, and the high leading
Of her soul, unto this hour.
Slow advancing, halting, creeping,
Comes the Woman to the hour!—
She walketh veiled and sleeping,
For she knoweth not her power.

~Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:11 PM

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Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Lost In Disruption 

I cannot tolerate myself lately. I wonder if everyone feels as inadequate as I do at times. Sometimes I fail to recognize if it is I, or if it is they; & I find myself begging for some sense.

"The time is out of joint."

Indeed.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:46 PM

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Monday, September 26, 2005

"Wherever I turn, there is something of which to be ashamed. But shame is like everything else; live with it for long enough and it becomes part of the furniture."

~Salman Rushdie, from Shame

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:24 PM

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Sunday, September 25, 2005

So upset. Sick of "free thinkers". Sick of people who read a thousand books only to store the information as a computer would.

*

Odio a aquellos "escritores" que escriben en español y no saben / pueden poner el puto signo de exclamación (¡) o de interrogación (¿) de apertura.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 3:12 PM

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Saturday, September 24, 2005

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Thursday, September 22, 2005

Vulnerable & trapped... 

this common business
of ours exhausts her at times.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:41 PM

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Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Jacks
in boxes
question their role

within
their boxes;
they never ask

themselves
why they
are inside them.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:33 PM

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Tuesday, September 20, 2005

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Monday, September 19, 2005

I am starting to believe there is a heaven and a hell for if this is not the purgatory then I do not know what is.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:44 PM

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Sunday, September 18, 2005

I am on the verge of hating translation thanks to her. It appears as though she were asking me to use a Rembrandt to cover a hole in the wall...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:28 PM

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Saturday, September 17, 2005

Sick...again! 

[...pneumonia...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:08 AM

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Friday, September 16, 2005

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Wednesday, September 14, 2005

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Tuesday, September 13, 2005

My indivisibility property hinders my willingness to read...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:14 PM

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Monday, September 12, 2005

[...Ω...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:36 PM

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Sunday, September 11, 2005

A Vacuous & Gratuitous Explanation 

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Saturday, September 10, 2005

I do not like you... 

&
I
hate
your font color.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:09 PM

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Friday, September 09, 2005

Pearls Before Swine 

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Sometimes I believe my acquisition of knowledge is similar to a Tetris game; as though bricks were falling & waiting for me to put them in the right place lest they pile up. Sometimes, however, I fail to place them properly & gaps form. Even when I might not lose the game if I place ideas wrongly, I know the gaps left will never be filled...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:34 PM

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Thursday, September 08, 2005

[...*...]

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Wednesday, September 07, 2005

[...removed...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:24 AM

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Tuesday, September 06, 2005

July 1950 - July 1953 

"There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is there, beneath the surface of my understanding, waiting for me to grasp it. It is the same tantalizing sensation when you almost remember a name, but don't quite reach it. I can feel it when I think of human beings, of the hints of evolution suggested by the removal of wisdom teeth, the narrowing of the jaw no longer needed to chew such roughage as it was accostumed to; the gradual disappearance of hair from the human body; the adjustment of the human eye to fine print, the swift, colored motion of the twentieth century. The feeling comes, vague and nebulous, when I consider the prolonged adolesence of our species; the rites of birth, marriage and death; all the primitive, barbaric ceremonies streamlined to modern times. Almost, I think, unreasoning, bestial purity was best. Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is."


~Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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I do not like myself on days like this; days in which everything they say is nonsense to my ears. Their words are seen as deaf. Their sounds are heard as blind. Their esurience is tasteless. Swine rolling in the mud.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:54 PM

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Monday, September 05, 2005

Today he told me I am the 'Queen of Summaries'. Perhaps he is right. I summarize everything. This post, for instance. I could probably use 200 words to describe the insignificances my day is made of; I will, however & instead, leave it right here...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:13 PM

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Sunday, September 04, 2005

I
do not
care

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:52 PM

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Saturday, September 03, 2005

mood

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:24 PM

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Friday, September 02, 2005

[...♣...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:17 PM

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Thursday, September 01, 2005

[...φ...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:24 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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