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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3.12.03

i've found that many of the things that i am profoundly convinced about - some opinions about the way life is heading appear to be convictions very deeply founded-, are things that have a recurrent appearance in my life. though they may not be numerous, they are certainly very strong, appealing, seductive... they are mine as nothing else could ever be. and that is sometimes quite frightening for i never know when i will be moved to such a point where i can no longer be in control of the segregations of my eyes, it's frightening because it's becoming more of a habit than a surprising stumble upon reality. this last month has been really difficult in that respect, i am constantly being overwhelmed by the presence of such things brought forth by strange individuals in situations often thought of as normal; but there is no such thing as normality when one is facing down, there is no sense of "usual happenings" when there is not enough time to realize that this is the only path that i am able to take right now: i'm scared to tears because i know not whether i am in the right place - or in the appropriate disposition to understand my being in this place- or i am just looking for an excuse to keep myself away from what is really the object of my attention. i'm scared, tired, confused... i'm going in circles again, i've gone through this since before graduating, but the things i know i like to think are perpetuating the idea of misplacement. i'm hoping this semester will come to an end soon enough.