hesitant aranta



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[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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24.5.04

:: tres talentos enterrados en la arena ::
"For it is as if a man, going on a journey, summoned his slaves and entrusted his property to them; {15}to one he gave five talents,f to another two, to another one, to each according to his ability. Then he went away. {16}The one who had received the five talents went off at once and traded with them, and made five more talents. {17}In the same way, the one who had the two talents made two more talents. {18}But the one who had received the one talent went off and dug a hole in the ground and hid his master's money. {19}After a long time the master of those slaves came and settled accounts with them. {20}Then the one who had received the five talents came forward, bringing five more talents, saying, 'Master, you handed over to me five talents; see, I have made five more talents.' {21}His master said to him, 'Well done, good and trustworthy slave; you have been trustworthy in a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master.' {22}And the one with the two talents also came forward, saying, 'Master, you handed over to me two talents; see, I have made two more talents.' {23}His master said to him, 'Well done, good and trustworthy slave; you have been trustworthy in a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master.' {24}Then the one who had received the one talent also came forward, saying, 'Master, I knew that you were a harsh man, reaping where you did not sow, and gathering where you did not scatter seed; {25}so I was afraid, and I went and hid your talent in the ground. Here you have what is yours.' {26}But his master replied, 'You wicked and lazy slave! You knew, did you, that I reap where I did not sow, and gather where I did not scatter? {27}Then you ought to have invested my money with the bankers, and on my return I would have received what was my own with interest. {28}So take the talent from him, and give it to the one with the ten talents. {29}For to all those who have, more will be given, and they will have an abundance; but from those who have nothing, even what they have will be taken away. {30}As for this worthless slave, throw him into the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.'
Matthew 25, 14
i've been trying to evade telling me this for a very long time, for almost three years now. as much as i hate the passage above, i find it to be as truth-filled as anything can ever be. there have been times in which i've given serious thought to giving up, to just "growing up and letting go", but it seems i have not the strength to do what i rationally and emotionally know is the proper way of doing things. i have neither the will or way of doing what was made out to be the source of my greatest torture and grandest joy. and so i sit here thinking that i have made a mistake, that i have taken a wrong turn and with that hard-headed manner with which i get along through everyday of this journey filled with quotation marks i struggle to keep silent while those three talents are being buried in the sand. for it is not just one, no, i had made enough to begin with, but now, through rough gambling i have now not as much as the wage for a single day.
coming in through my ears:: Notting Hill