Thursday, November 30, 2006

"A modern man, and this is what makes him modern, lives on familiar terms with many contraries waiting in the penumbra of his mind and coming by turns onto the stage. That is not at all. We seldom notice these inner contradictions, or the coexisting antagonisms around us, and only rarely does it occur to us that they have not always been there. Yet it would suffice to remember that tolerance, which is freedom of opinion and belief, is always a tardy thing; it can be conceived and introduced into law and manners only in an advanced era, when minds have progressively enriched and enervated each other by exchanging their differences. Intolerance, on the contrary, is a terrible virtue of purer times…”

~Paul Valery, "Politics of the Mind" in The Outlook for Intelligence

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Wednesday, November 29, 2006

"A neutral humanism is either a pedantic artifice or a prologue to the inhuman."

~George Steiner, "To Civilize Our Gentlemen" in Language & Silence

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Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Could it be that from now on everything will be repetition in the lives of infinitely institutionalized individuals?

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“Outsiders”—these sometimes artless & disobedient individuals—are consignments, their preference —conscious or unconscious— to remain in the trammels of society is, in fact, contemplated by / in the system.

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Monday, November 27, 2006

subject[s]/[ed] from the moment of our birth, we are only free, we are only “[wo]men” within a cell, within our cells.



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How may we live after our own when we have been exposed to the one type of discourse that would go with us to the woods, to the mountains, to the sea? This type of discourse is with us, it is within us. It is us & we are it. I contain multitudes; we contain multitudes; do we not?

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Sunday, November 26, 2006

Straw 

i have the conclusion
&
i have the introduction
&
all i need now is the filling

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 3:56 PM

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Saturday, November 25, 2006

running out of time 

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Friday, November 24, 2006

50 pages due Monday
3 pages so far
47 to go

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Thursday, November 23, 2006

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"There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination."

~Kate Chopin, "The Story of an Hour"

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Wednesday, November 22, 2006

There are two sorts of cold. The one I feel will never abandon me. & I have resigned. As you said, cold is what some of us wear deep under our skins. There is no cure for that.

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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

To their eyes I must be the crazy woman who is always wearing a coat...regardless of the weather. But today is, in fact, cold. It feels real. & I am wearing two coats. Of course, I look ridiculous. But, "Do I care?" and, "Do I care?" Not at all.


¦


Breathing cold air has made my nose ache. A migraine will probably come soon.

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Monday, November 20, 2006

I beg to differ: Not anyone can. You foolish men. Shame on you both. I am a JudeoCatholic an atheist & I know the law you should abide by. You busybodies in other men's matters. Do you not know?

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Sunday, November 19, 2006

if
you
are
that
way

inc
-
lined
\
ink
-
lined

any
bro
/
ken
sentence

[
is
]
[
could
be
]
[
would
be
]
[
should
be
]
[
must
be
]

a
«
poem
»

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Saturday, November 18, 2006

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Friday, November 17, 2006

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"Secret! What secret? That each human being suffers? But everybody knows that. And if they don't, blessed be their ignorance. And cursed be my own knowledge, which connects me with the pain of so many people, living and dead—from people I've never known to that dirty old man whom it repels me to touch. Cursed be the memories of centuries of suffering that are not mine, except as I am by temperament predisposed to acknowledge them. Cursed be millenia of isolation and complaining. Cursed be the paper chains that bind me."

~Susan Sontag, from "Old Complaints Revisited" in I, Etcetera

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[the Cosmos is known to be lenient to the least expected]

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Thursday, November 16, 2006

«Le discours n’est pas simplement ce qui traduit les luttes ou les systèmes de domination, mais ce pour quoi, ce par quoi on lutte, le pouvoir dont on cherche à s’emparer.»

~Michel Foucault, from L'ordre du discours

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Wednesday, November 15, 2006

A Posse Ad Esse 

Had a sister once; an identical sister.
I received all nutrients.
She was born dead.
Mother says I am evil since then.

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Tuesday, November 14, 2006

The To-Be-Forgotten 

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I
............I heard a small sad sound,
And stood awhile among the tombs around:
"Wherefore, old friends," said I, "are you distrest,
...........Now, screened from life's unrest?"

II
............—"O not at being here;
But that our future second death is near;
When, with the living, memory of us numbs,
............And blank oblivion comes!

III
............"These, our sped ancestry,
Lie here embraced by deeper death than we;
Nor shape nor thought of theirs can you descry
............With keenest backward eye.

IV
............"They count as quite forgot;
They are as men who have existed not;
Theirs is a loss past loss of fitful breath;
............It is the second death.

V
............"We here, as yet, each day
Are blest with dear recall; as yet, can say
We hold in some soul loved continuance
............Of shape and voice and glance.

VI
............"But what has been will be —
First memory, then oblivion's swallowing sea;
Like men foregone, shall we merge into those
............Whose story no one knows.

VII
............"For which of us could hope
To show in life that world-awakening scope
Granted the few whose memory none lets die,
............But all men magnify?

VIII
............"We were but Fortune's sport;
Things true, things lovely, things of good report
We neither shunned nor sought ... We see our bourne,
............And seeing it we mourn."

~Thomas Hardy

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Monday, November 13, 2006

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Sunday, November 12, 2006

"Mêlent, dans le bois sombre et les nuits solitaires,
L'écume du plaisir aux larmes des tourments."

~Charles Baudelaire, from "Femmes Damnées"

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Saturday, November 11, 2006

I was going to keep the posts below private
lest my lackwittedness unveiled.
But then I remembered: this is my blog.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:24 PM

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Friday, November 10, 2006

In queste circostanze, Pan's Labyrinth non dovette essere scelta. La parola «fratello» fa male a mia madre. Lei è malata di nostalgia. Alcuni momenti mi fecero sentire come se fossi Ofelia. Mentre vedevo il film ho dimenticato quelle lacrime. Così come lei dimenticava tutto quello che succedeva quando leggeva, io dimenticavo che mia madre piangeva quando vedevo.

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Thursday, November 09, 2006

cu nasci tunnu 'un po' moriri quatratu 

Uncle is not a proper kinship noun in this woebegone occasion. Mother's brother died. Non lo conoscevo bene. Lo vidi poche volte. Pocchissime. Mà sapevo che mia madre l'adorava. Lei piange per suo fratello morto. Lei piange perchè lui non ebbe soldi; lui non ebbe fortuna...a differenza di lei.

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Wednesday, November 08, 2006

[...bad omen...]

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Tuesday, November 07, 2006

It has been suggested that I am deranged but poems speak to me & this one—unlike this one—does not. Perhaps I have covered my ears. Perhaps I have refused to hear its voice. Perhaps I am abashed by its timber. Perhaps translating it would have been easier had I just listened. But, what if my language has abandoned me forever?

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Monday, November 06, 2006

There is a certain naïveté in utopias that extinguish the possibility for these to occur. Whose utopia is one supposed to pursue? One may only wonder whose idea of perfection is entitled to materialize; infinite probabilities for interpretation open, and infinite possibilities for occurrence close.

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Sunday, November 05, 2006

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I ought to
forgive myself
for all the times
I have been
—& will be—
stupid.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:47 PM

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Saturday, November 04, 2006

...spent three hours or so in a waiting room. Godzilla was playing. Nothing interesting to read around. I—thus—watched. How completely depressing. Though fictional ostentation of human supremacy, it still made me wish an indefeasible natural disaster effaced us all from Earth.

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November is the month
when...
clocks remind me my time is running out.

November is the month
when...
my Sisyphus Complex returns.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:32 PM

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Friday, November 03, 2006

"A thousand things to be written had I time: had I power. A very little writing uses up my capacity for writing."

Virginia Woolf, from A Writer's Diary

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Thursday, November 02, 2006

Day of the Dead II 

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Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Day of the Dead I 

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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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