Saturday, December 31, 2005

[...out...]

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Friday, December 30, 2005

[...out...]

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Thursday, December 29, 2005

[...out...]

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

[...out...]

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Tuesday, December 27, 2005

[...out...]

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Monday, December 26, 2005

[...out...]

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Sunday, December 25, 2005

This place will be closed
from
December 26th.
to
January 5th.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:45 PM

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Saturday, December 24, 2005

[...Felix Dies Natalis Solis Invicti...]

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Friday, December 23, 2005

[...&...]

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Thursday, December 22, 2005

[...˚...]

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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

There are certain things in life... 

que de tan prácticas, estúpidas.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:37 PM

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Every
fool gazes,
haggardly, into jaded

kerbs.
Labyrinths maliciously
named. Oafs’ pained

quagmire…
rabble. Skidding
through uncharitable valleys.

Wandering
xylophones yelling:
“Zombies, zombies, zombies!”

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:49 PM

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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

As
far as
Nietzsche & I

are
concerned, every
word is prejudice

&
most definitely—
inescapably certain— plagiarism.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:46 AM

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Monday, December 19, 2005

[...]

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Sunday, December 18, 2005

Comforts of Facelessness 

I love my Metro...
I get excited every time it moves.
Riding the Metro is just as
riding a roller coaster;
no ups & downs though.
It is not, however, less exciting.
From station to station, leaps in reality.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:56 PM

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Saturday, December 17, 2005

[...removed...]

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Friday, December 16, 2005

Victor
Hugo might
have said there

were
neither bad
seeds nor bad

plants
but bad
raisers; I, however,

firmly
believe he
must have never

had
little hogweeds
in his garden.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:36 PM

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Thursday, December 15, 2005

[...]

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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

In
my functionally
meritocratic microcosm, one

should
deserve to
live. No one

has
an inherent
right to live.

One
must deserve
it. Otherwise Earth

might
be overpopulated
—as it already

is—
by putrid
pieces of meat

that
are good
for nothing but

to
look / move
all, senselessly, alike.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:23 PM

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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

[...sequence...]

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Monday, December 12, 2005

Due 

Uomo e donna si guardano supini sul letto:
i due corpi si stendono grandi e spossati.
L'uomo è immobile, solo la donna respira più a lungo
e ne palpita il molle costato. Le gambe distese
sono scarne e nodose, nell'uomo. Il bisbiglio
della strada coperta di sole è alle imposte.

L'aria pesa impalpabile nella grave penombra
e raggela le gocciole di vivo sudore
sulle labbra. Gli sguardi delle teste accostate
sono uguali, ma più non ritrovano i corpi
come prima abbracciati. Si sfiorano appena.

Muove un poco le labbra la donna, che tace.
Il respiro che gonfia il costato si ferma
a uno sguardo più lungo dell'uomo. La donna
volge il viso accostandogli la bocca alla bocca.
Ma lo sguardo dell'uomo non rnuta nell'ombra.

Gravi e immobili pesano gli occhi negli occhi
al tepore dell'alito che ravviva il sudore,
desolati. La donna non muove il suo corpo
molle e vivo. La bocca dell'uomo s'accosta.
Ma l'immobile sguardo non inuta nell'ombra.

~Cesare Pavese

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:10 PM

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Sunday, December 11, 2005

“All this optimism, all this booming and soaring. Things happen like bang. This and that simultaneous. I put out my hand and what do I feel? I know there’s a thousand things you analyze every ten minutes. Patterns, ratios, indexes, whole maps of information. I love information. This is our sweetness and light. It’s a fuckall wonder. And we have meaning in the world. People eat and sleep in the shadow of what we do. But at the same time, what?”

~Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis

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Saturday, December 10, 2005

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Friday, December 09, 2005

"Good Night, Your Lugubriousness," 

said he. He believes I should be less "lugubrious" if I want to find someone to love me. I should probably be upset; I am not very smart when faced with lost causes. However, his opinion does not surprise me coming he from the one race that has been programmed to be free.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:20 PM

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Thursday, December 08, 2005

Today
is not
the day;
I still
feel no
empathy.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:15 PM

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Wednesday, December 07, 2005

She parked around the corner. A few photographs later she came back to her car & realized her rear window was broken. Her car stereo was gone. She broke in tears; I broke in rage.

Officer, you are the one who should enforce law; you are, evidently, not doing your job; you should pay for the damage done.

As for you, Mugger from Hell, perhaps someday I will empathise. Perhaps someday I will understand your primal behaviour. Perhaps someday I will understand why you live like a hyena.

Today, however, I most sincerely hope you die from cancer.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:53 PM

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Tuesday, December 06, 2005

[...busy...]

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Monday, December 05, 2005

I wish... 

Ian Curtis - Joy Division

You're Ian Curtis, of Joy Divison! You're a true artist, striving for integrity and artistic freedom, but your overwhelming depression cripples your success. Cheer up (and don't kill yourself) and you might be okay!

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:18 PM

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Sunday, December 04, 2005

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Friday, December 02, 2005

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Thursday, December 01, 2005

[...{^}...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 3:07 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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