Friday, August 31, 2007

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Thursday, August 30, 2007

jamais vu 



An enormous tree withstood outside my window. I loved looking at it when it swayed with the wind. Monday's storm prostrated it. Enormous tree is no longer there. And I feel so completely unprotected.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:24 PM

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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

"Ad hoc ergo ut locutio tua bona et recta sit utilisque permaneat, in primis debes cohibere spiritum tuum, ne prorumpat ad os tuum, et linguam inducat ad locutionem inutilem."

~Albertanus Brixiensis, "De locutione et cohibendo spiritu et lingue" in De amore et dilectione Dei et proximi et aliarum rerum et de forma vitaæ

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:49 PM

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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

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Monday, August 27, 2007

"'Lord!' she cried again at the conclusion of her thoughts..."

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:40 PM

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Sunday, August 26, 2007

[...imposter syndrome afflicts me again and again and again...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 3:56 PM

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des signes
—avec leurs implications—
dans ma notion du plaisir
ne conçoivent pas
la froideur qui occupe
mes jours

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 3:30 PM

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Saturday, August 25, 2007


"A silent body thus remains veiled if words do not unveil it."

~Silvia Montiglio, "Words That See Silence"
in Silence in the Land of Logos

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:29 PM

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Friday, August 24, 2007

È la malattia di quel che vuole tornare a casa ma non può. Sono stanca di questa nostalghia che non si guarisce. E cerco la liberzaione attraverso la fuga.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:54 PM

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Thursday, August 23, 2007

Grandmother called today.

Asked about

.............................my religiousness.


Told her I am..................

..........................an atheist.

Told me I am still..........

..................................a Jew.


She said it is not..........

..........................in my mind.

She said it is ..............

.............................in my blood.


And now that I feel cursed

I wish

I had the courage
..................................

to deblood myself......................................................................

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:51 PM

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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

"...and into each life some rain must fall..." 

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"Piove, ma dove appari........
non è acqua né atmosfera,.
piove perché se non sei.....
è solo la mancanza..........
e può affogare."...............

~Eugenio Montale, "Piove"

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:29 PM

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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

"To keep myself, to keep my body and my speech, I must retain the work within me, conjoin myself with it so that there will be no opportunity for the Thief to come between it and me: it must be kept from falling far from my body as writing."

~Jacques Derrida, "La parole soufflée" in Writing and Difference

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Monday, August 20, 2007

*sigh* 



*



I, of course, understand binary.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:44 PM

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Sunday, August 19, 2007

And they expect me to know where I am going... 

but I know not.
Otherwhere, elsewhere.

People are so ensnared

by/with
destination/movement.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:58 PM

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Saturday, August 18, 2007

will tears......................
(dancing.......................
before written words)..

.....................bring
........the clear night
..............to my lips?

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:17 PM

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Friday, August 17, 2007

Who am I to get angry at anyone? Who am I to be disgusted by anyone? I am—after all—no one.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:48 PM

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Thursday, August 16, 2007

A friend of mine sent me a link to a video. The first minute—the only minute I could bear (I abruptly closed my browser's window)—added a lot more grief to my cup. I did not need to see that. I already feel like jumping out of my window...

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Wednesday, August 15, 2007


"After so much imposture, so much fraud, it is comforting to contemplate a beggar. He, at least, neither lies nor lies to himself: his doctrine, if he has one, he embodies; work he dislikes, and he proves it; wanting to possess nothing, he cultivates his impoverishment, the condition of his freedom. His thought is resolved into his being and his being into his thought. He has nothing, he is himself, he endures: to live on a footing with eternity is to live from day to day, from hand to mouth. Thus, for him, other men are imprisoned in illusion."

~Emil Cioran, "Thinking Against Oneself" in The Temptation to Exist




§




And I wonder...some pieces work, some others do not. Working pieces and non-working pieces are part of the system regardless. Is the beggar not as "imprisoned in illusion" as "other men"? Is he not, after all, a consignment?

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:09 PM

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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

I retreat

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Monday, August 13, 2007

And the wind whispers, "Never!" 



She feels like the fly. She too dreams. She too aspires. She could become. But a guilty thing cannot desire. A guilty thing should not desire. She thus deludes herself. And constantly repeats to herself, "I do not really want to." Her mind is occupied by her own decay and fall.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:14 PM

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la prudencia no
cabe en

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:07 PM

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Sunday, August 12, 2007

sky is falling over me

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:39 AM

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Saturday, August 11, 2007

Pues sí.
No hacemos otra cosa.
Soñar belleza, fidelidad, pureza, soñar virtud.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:35 PM

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Friday, August 10, 2007

[...gathering...]

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Thursday, August 09, 2007

"Alles ist ausgeruht:
Dunkel und Helligkeit,
Blume und Buch."

~Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonette an Orpheus

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:12 PM

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Wednesday, August 08, 2007

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Sunday, August 05, 2007

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Thursday, August 02, 2007

8 1/2 

1) I do not speak very much. Out loud. I freeze. In fact. When I do speak I leap from one subject to other in a matter of seconds. Some people find it funny. Some people hate it. It is very difficult for me to focus. Most of the time I am lost, adrift, completely engaged in some sort of astral journey.

2) I prefer night over day. I do not feel as if night were a lot more inspiring. I just feel safe if I sleep by day. I feel safe if I know people around me are awake. Yes. I suspect I am afraid of the dark. Silly, I know.

3)
I do not have many friends. The few I have, I rarely see. I tend to avoid people. I do not feel superior to anyone. I just feel as if I were frighteningly deformed. Make no mistake. It is not about my physical appearance. It is all inside. Impossible to allow people come near when one feels abominable.

4)
I know not what to call this nor will I urge that is a sort of empathy and/or attraction towards everything queer.

5) I always cry from excitement in classical music concerts. People, naturally, do not like to go with me.

6) Sometimes I wish I could live in Mirrimause's belly. Not as a flea or a tick but as I, a tiny I.

7) Some other times I wish I were already 40 years old. I keep waiting for something to happen. I keep waiting for someone to come. Something exciting. Someone mostly harmless.

8) I am afraid—to the verge of tears—of all sorts of bugs.

8 1/2)
Butterflies included.


*


Lucia tagged me.

I tag:

Liliana

Gabriel

Alonso

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:43 PM

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Wednesday, August 01, 2007

If there is anything worse than a bad movie that would have to be fans from hell who shamelessly attempt to fill the 900 gaps in the plot.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:34 AM

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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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