Saturday, March 31, 2007

who cares about
the money
I want


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:26 PM


Friday, March 30, 2007


Thursday, March 29, 2007

"A temptation, to sink down
into these definitions.
To become a martyr in reverse,
or food, or trash.

To give up my own words for myself,
my own refusals.
To give up knowing.
To give up pain.
To let go."

~Margaret Atwood, "Half-Hanged Mary" (frag.)

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:43 PM


Wednesday, March 28, 2007

I wallow in
my unexperiencedness

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:52 PM


Tuesday, March 27, 2007

augmented reality 


"Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools."

~William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:14 PM


Am I


am I


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:08 PM


de nuevo
un cuadrito soy

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:02 PM


Monday, March 26, 2007

[...three years...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:32 AM



Impossible Savoir-Vivre 

Of course.

I am
a student of life.

You may
delude yourself.

Believe you are not.

Of course.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:46 AM


Sunday, March 25, 2007

"Forever poised in the space between the traditional Western understandings of white/black, civilised/savage, life/death, the zombie is a harbinger of doom. Its very existence hints at the possibility of a world that cannot be contained within the limits of human understanding, a world in which these binary oppositions no longer stand fixed."

~Jamie Russell, The Book of the Dead: The Complete History of Zombie Cinema

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:51 PM



go figure
out yourself


you can

—while you
at it—

go figure

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:37 PM


Saturday, March 24, 2007

There are times when speaking is no longer an option. Communication dissevers. Words incessantly but ineffectively flow from one side to the other. Your ears, infertile soil. Am I a five year old girl for refusing to speak after having realized you are not understanding what I am saying? I have explained it several times. I thus have concluded that one of us is not good at communicating. I am out of saliva. Go figure out yourself.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:48 PM


It is not
you I


Please, go away.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:38 PM


Friday, March 23, 2007

[...I believe I need a change...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:22 PM


Much to your chagrin, depending financially on no one but on my mother places me in a privileged position where no diplomacy is necessary.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:48 PM


Thursday, March 22, 2007

¿Piensan como caminan
caminan como piensan?

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:24 PM


Wednesday, March 21, 2007

A few months ago—when I was younger, so much younger than today and I still ordered books from—books were always delivered through DHL. DHL Mexico worked with Lohecman (one of the finest brokers) and books were always cleared as documents. But, one day, things changed. traded down. Shipments were, from that moment on, delivered through UPS.

UPS Mexico is the worst courier ever! Not only they charge an obscene amount of taxes for books but they also lie about it. I consequently thought of starting a campaign against UPS. But I desisted. I thought, instead, of contacting's Customer Service Department. I am the customer. In my innocence, I thought they were supposed to find and use an alternate courier. They were supposed to find a solution for me, right? Well, that did not happen. In fact, they did not give a rat's ass.

I had no other choice but to stop ordering books. If I was to pay such a ridiculous amount of taxes I might as well have used that money to pay for a flight and buy books myself. And that is what I did and will do in the future.

However, a friend of mine recently shipped a book I had left in L.A. UPS delivered it to my door today and I had to pay 50 pesos. That is not too bad. Unless one considers that the person who shipped the book had already paid an 80 dollar shipment. The UPS guy said it was a "customs thing". And yet, the document he gave me clearly says it is a UPS handling charge.

It is a god damn book. And I wonder—unless they had read it—how fucking difficult is it to handle it?

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:05 PM


Tuesday, March 20, 2007


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:48 PM


Monday, March 19, 2007

"Viewed from the outermost reaches of space, the earth is no larger than a speck of dust. Remember that the next time you write the word 'humanity'."

~Paul Auster, Travels in Scriptorium

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:16 PM


Sunday, March 18, 2007

be no
one's wild card.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:48 PM


Saturday, March 17, 2007

"The important thing is not to delude myself, to resist the temptation of hope."

~Paul Auster, Travels in the Scriptorium

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:41 AM


Friday, March 16, 2007

This is going to be difficult goes it:

My grandfather. My father. Their tales. Their deaths.
Cigarrettes. That μονόχρονος ήδονή Wilde was referring to.
Mirrimause. Her fur. Her eyes. Her company.
Ernesto, Evelio, Mariana, Rodrigo, Alfredo, Oliver, Fred, Julie.
UNAM. Its diversity. Its hamartia. Its lastingness.
In one way—or another—you all have saved my life.

Jill Jones tagged Ernesto.
Ernesto tagged Evelio.
Evelio tagged Rebeka.

Rebeka tags:


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:04 PM


Thursday, March 15, 2007

"What is stupider than a lover? So stupid that no one dares offer his discourse publicly without a serious mediation: novel, play, or analysis (between tweezers). Socrates's daimon (the one who spoke first within him) whispered to him: no. My daimon, on the contrary, is my stupidity: like the Nietzschean ass, I say yes to everything, in the field of my love. I insist, reject all training, repeat the same actions; no one can educate me—nor can I educate myself; my discourse is continuously without reflection; I do not know how to reverse it, organize it, stud it with glances, quotation marks; I always speak in the first degree; I persist in a dutiful, discreet, conformist delirium, tamed and banalized by literature."

~Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:41 PM


Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Despite there being so many good writers whom you could have plagiarized, you chose the worst one. You, my friend, are an unversed thief.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:54 PM


Tuesday, March 13, 2007

...meant to be?
how very

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:49 PM


Monday, March 12, 2007


Sunday, March 11, 2007


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:45 PM


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Friday, March 09, 2007


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Wednesday, March 07, 2007


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:15 PM


Tuesday, March 06, 2007

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"To dissimulate is to pretend not to have what one has. To simulate is to feign to have what one doesn't have. One implies a presence, the other an absence."

~Jean Baudrillard, "The Precession of Simulacra" in Simulacra and Simulation

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:36 PM


Monday, March 05, 2007

Come dico io... 

Il n'y a jamais eu de différence
entre ne rien avoir e t'avoir.
Mais je ne te hais pas...
Seulment j'espère que toutes les tragedies
grecques retomberont sur toi.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:20 PM


Sunday, March 04, 2007


Saturday, March 03, 2007

"I have called my tiny community a world, and so its isolation made it; and yet there was among us but a half-awakened common consciousness, sprung from joy and grief, at burial, birth, or wedding; from a common hardship in poverty, poor land, and low wages; and, above all, from the sight of the Veil that hung between us and Opportunity."

~W.E.B. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:18 PM


Friday, March 02, 2007


Thursday, March 01, 2007

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Marvel Zombies

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:31 PM


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Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis

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