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will not

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:46 PM



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Tuesday, December 18, 2007

[...and wish the bastard drops down dead...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:22 PM


Monday, December 17, 2007

World In Her Eyes 


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Saturday, December 15, 2007

new phobia:
moving stairways

going down

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:15 PM


You cannot and should not want me. See, I have this nasty habit that rottens me inside out. You cannot and should not want to witness my withering.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:56 PM


Friday, December 14, 2007

...because one of these days
I will not mind the gap

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:31 PM


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Magari Potere 


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Monday, December 10, 2007


...and so it is
but I wish it were not so.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:32 PM


Sunday, December 09, 2007

Colin White 

" ahora en adelante, (en realidad creo que de todas formas ya era así) cualquier poema que leamos, en donde sea, se lo leemos a Colin."

~Irene Artigas

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:51 PM


Saturday, December 08, 2007

Colin White 

"Do I dare / Disturb the universe?"
And he paused——as though giving us time
to comprehend the dimension of the convention.

And he went on, "In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse."

But this minute has congealed.

And I think of him.
And I think of you.
And I think of them.

And it aches. And I break.
Into tears. Into pieces. Into madness.

Him who sings has set sail for
the world's most outer shores.
And yet again I am an orphan.
........................As we are all.

So drunk with loss.
But then an echo comes,
"Think, think, think!"

And my rigid head freezes into excision.
For a minute. For two minutes. Maybe three.
And I painfully stop counting
To recall his loud-wise-sea-preserved voice.

And that is what I will do. Recall.
It is all that I have left. Recall.

Till other human voices wake me and I drown.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:24 PM


Friday, December 07, 2007

Your Captain, My Captain, Our Captain 


Thursday, December 06, 2007

Sir Colin White Muller 


"Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Confusions of a wasted youth;
..........Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise.".....

Rest In Peace

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:04 AM


Wednesday, December 05, 2007


Tuesday, December 04, 2007

“Is not the ability of ethnicity to present (or invent) itself as a 'natural' and timeless category the problem to be tackled? Are not ethnic groups part of the historical process, tied to the history of modern nationalism? Though they may pretend to be eternal and essential, are they not of rather recent origin and eminently pliable and unstable? Is not modernism an important source of ethnicity? Do not new ethnic groups continually emerge? Even where they exist over long time spans, do not ethnic groups constantly change and redefine themselves? What is the active contribution literature makes, as a productive force, to the emergence and maintenance of communities by reverberation and of ethnic distinctions? Are not the formulas of 'originality' and 'authenticity' in ethnic discourse a palpable legacy of European romanticism? How is the illusion of ethnic 'authenticity' stylistically created in a text? Despite all the diatribes, is not the opposition between 'pluralism' and "assimilation" a false one? Does not any 'ethnic' system rely on an opposition to something 'non-ethnic,' and is not this very antithesis more important than the interchangeable content (of flags, anthems, and the applicable vernacular)?”

~Werner Sollors, “Introduction” in The Invention of Ethnicity

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:17 PM


". . . it's just as I feared, my invented island is really taking its place in world geography. Why, this island sounds very much like the old Dahlberg place on Jackfish Island up on Rainy Lake, people say, and I wonder: can it be happening? Someone tells me: I understand somebody bought the place recently and plans to fix it up, maybe put a resort there or something. On my island? Extraordinary! -- and yet it seems possible. I look on a map: yes, there's Rainy Lake, there's Jackfish Island. Who invented this map? Well, I must have, surely. And the Dahlbergs, too, of course, and the people who told me about them. Yes, and perhaps tomorrow I will invent Chicago and Jesus Christ and the history of the moon. Just as I have invented you, dear reader, while lying here in the afternoon sun, bedded deeply in the bluegreen grass like an old iron poker . . ."

~Robert Coover, "The Magic Poker" in Pricksongs & Descants: Fictions

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:25 PM


Monday, December 03, 2007

[...imprudent beef-witted blind-worm...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:46 PM


Sunday, December 02, 2007


can I say
I am
going through
a haze

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:04 AM


Saturday, December 01, 2007

.........find the
escape door.....

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:56 PM


Took me four hours to get from point A to point B.

Stop breeding!

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:35 PM


Went to a restaurant. Parked right in front. Went inside. Sat down. Ordered. Smoked. Ate food. Guy arrived in motorcycle. Guy parked right next to my car. Guy got off his cycle. Guy walked towards my car. Guy sat on top of the trunk. Activated the alarm to scare him off. Guy did not even blink. Sighed. Finished eating my food. Paid the check. Stood up. Went outside. Walked towards Guy's motorcycle. Sat in the seat.

Guy said, "Hey! That's my bike!" I said, "Oh, I am sorry. You have been sitting on top of my trunk for half an hour so I assumed we were among friends. Since that is not the case then, "Hey! That's my car!"

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:32 PM


"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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