hesitant aranta



depicted

[foto de ºCHiViSº--flickr]

incoming
Nicomachean Ethics//Aristotle
Eudemian Ethics//Aristotle
Poetics//Aristotle
De Anima//Aristotle
Cause, Necessity and Blame//Richard Sorabji
The Fragility of Goodness//Martha C. Nussbaum
Essays on Aristotle's Ethics//Amelie Rorty (editor)
Aristotle's Theory of Action//David Charles
Aristotle on Moral Responsibility//Susan S. Meyer
The Fabric of Character//Nancy Sherman
Choosing Character//Jonathan Jacobs
Aristotle's Psychology//Daniel N. Robinson

Volta//Björk
Medùlla//Björk
Vespertine//Björk
Vespertine Live at the Royal Opera House//Björk

Carbon Monoxide//Marlboro Reds
caffeine in not so large ammounts

a whole lotta love

secondary bibliography

overt influences
straying

[...]
Wie ich mechanisch eine neue Zigarrette drehe und die braunen Stäubchen mit feinem Prickeln auf das weißgelbe Löschpapier der Schreibmappe niedertaumeln, will es mir unwarscheinlich werden, daß ich noch wache. Und wie die feuchtwarme Abendluft, die durch das offene Fenster neben mir hereingeht, die Rauchwölkchen so seltsam formt und aus dem Bereich der grünbeschirmten Lampe ins Mattschwarze trägt, steht es mir fest, daß ich schon träume.
Da wird's natürlich schon ganz arg; denn diese Meinung wirft der Phantasie die Zügel auf den Rücken. Hinter mir knackt heimlich neckend die Stuhllehne, daß es mir jäh wie hastiger Schauder durch alle Nerven fährt. Das stört mich ärgerlich in meinem tiefsinnigen Studium der Bizarren Rauchschriftzeichen, die im mich irren, und über die einen Leitfaden zu ferfassen ich bereits entschlossen war.
Aber nun ist die Ruhe zum Teufel. Tolle Bewegung in allen Sinnen. Fiebrisch, nervös, wahnsinnig. Jeder Laut keift. Und mit all dem verwirrt steigt Vergessenes auf. Einst dem Sehsinn Eingeprägtes, das sich seltsam erneut; mit dem Fühlen dazu von damals. [...] Vision. Proza-Skizze//Thomas Mann.


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22.11.03

"Alarm call" (my notebook) is back. i had not written much since i started this blog, in fact, i had forgotten how it feels when the imminence of a reader is not quite as patent. maybe the things that i used to write about are not as different as i would hope from the ones found here, but the intention is surely another, the theraupeutical sense in writing is nowhere to be found anymore, there is no such thing as solution-directed thoughts or cavilations anymore, but, then again, that may be some sort of therapy. i've had six notebooks so far, each one titled with a distictive purpose, the last two are very obvious: "proyecto exterminación" based of a phrase by Picasso: "todo acto de creación es un acto de destrucción" and "Alarm Call" because of Björk's phrase "I'm no fucking Buddhist, but this is enlightenment"; the thing is, i think this blog is partially what a notebook could be, but, and i say partially because of this, it lacks much of the things that usually turn up in paper. well, Alarm call may be back, but certainly the things i write or am able to write are not of the same sort as the ones before them, i'll need a new notebook, one a little more inspiring than this, of a more comprehensive character about my life, mmmh, life... it would be better to call such things "current state of affairs". could Hesitant aranta name my new notebook? i don't know... i don't know if i'm ready to accept that i'm aranta yet. it's a name with a story, and all things that have that same character, mustn't become an essential part of our lives, unless we want to come to an end as a part of such stories. ... uuuummmmmmmm i think i know what to name it, no, actually not, i think i know what phrase is going to somehow define it: "What am to do with all this fire?", yes, that's good.... my favorite song in the world...