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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16.4.04

the one and only cApitAl letter
i've had somewhat of a reticent attitude towards capital letters all my life, i have no reasonable explanation why that is so.__it may have something to do with the idea that only proper names can be 'properly' put into a text by them; the fact that importance is given to something by means of the use of such enlarged characters brings a strange frown to my mental image of myself.__no one is important enough to stand out from what is said about them, i am not important enough to be pointed out in that manner.__but, as in everything concerning me, there seems to be a conflict relative to some contexts, some people, some representations: there seems to be a privileged letter above all, the one and only capital letter my brain is allowed to apprehend as of now is the most beautiful "A".__i used to have a theory on that account.__throughout my life, the important or amusing things or people have been always (well, most of the time) denoted by names starting with an "A".__things or people i can do nothing less than Appreciate: Arte, Asombro, Arrebato, Astucia, Admiración, Armonía, Apetito, Amanda, Amistad, Abuelo, Alguien, Aunque, Alanis, Aprendizaje, Amortiguado, Aporía ,Avión, Azar, Ayer, Animalito, Apoyo, Almíbar, Arturo, Aristóteles, Alejandro, Albert, Alighieri, André, Agua, Aire__on the other hand, the other side of this diluted being, there are the somehow more important things i have tried unsuccessfully to Avoid: Angustia, Atención, Ayuda, "Amor", Asfixia, Ardor, Amanda, Aristóteles, Albert, Alighieri, Ambivalencia, Ambigüedad, Acabar, Antes, Ahora, Alejandra, Amargura, Alma, Anonimato, Azar, Anilina, Arte.
of all the things that have contributed to making me what i now presume i am, there is not one of those listed above that does not bring a sudden strike to my heart, a sudden shiver to my nerves and a certain discomfort to my mind.__of all things past, only a few remain as scars and open wounds of this hesitation that cannot cease to be, that, in some way, must not cease to be.
coming in through my ears::Acid Rain/Liquid Tension Experiment/Liquid Tension Experiment Disc1