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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15.3.04

lust
eons ago, some slightly deformed form of existence, what one woul call an entity, had a stroke of luck: existence was no longer an absurd deviation of the wanting of an overpowered child.__existence was now the child, the abuser, the victimizer, the hunter, the demon, the power, the yearning, the will, the Entity.__once the power was given to that which was once powered, destruction roamed as though the inevitability of wanting what is often considered un-wantable was now the queen and future heiress of the character of child.
{in these childish schemes, games and tribulations we revolve, we must revolve, we may revolve; but it is in this miss-shapen reality in who we find comfort and ease, trouble and pain as two faces of the unknowable dodecahedron of our short stay in this child.__ ¿are we to be the child? ¿am i to know whether or not to yearn, to want, to will, to show, to care, to try, to mend, to be?}
so our little existence decided to travel alongside destruction -her well formed companion and forsaken enemy- and where-ever she lay her self, one was made and one was destroyed and one had enjoyed and pained and ceased and begun.__for there is no more in this than existence and lack of existence, for contradiction is a meaningless term in this space, in all spaces, in her view; our little maker and hunter is a child at play, lustfull daemon, a distorted mirror-image of itself.__go on little one, marvel me with your demented tortures, overwhelm me with your unpredictable turns and gaps, make me repent, make me endure, make me your own so i can fade gracefully before my eyes and become like you the child, the bearer and watcher.__come swiftly and let me fall into your liquefied truth.__there would be nothing more i could want.