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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10.6.04

:: due to the lack of many things ::
i've come to wonder about the "appropriate-ness" of my writing in this blog many of the things i craved so not to tell myself. for it is when one faces each one of the many things that appear confusing and erratic about one's own experience in life that the tremor strikes and the trust in the capability of handling events goes away as easily as smoke vanishes into thin air. but then again, when the air is infected with many waves of smoke, is it possible to see how each one of the strands coming from the little white rolled up papers in so many others' hands {right now my own hands are shaking, i fear i might not be able to refrain myself from speaking}vanishes, ceases to be?. i think not, i believe that sometimes it is possible to keep in sight such strands, that it is possible to manage destiny's will in a manner that would permit the feeling of freedom of (and for) choice in life. but lately, i must say, though rationally i am tied to the idea of such control, there is something in human nature (my own, or anyone else's... i cannot be certain about that... well, not entirely)that avocates me to thinking that there is that thing that can never be helped. i've come to think that writing in my current situation is probably not the best thing to do, the lack of many, many things (sleep, time, knowledge of causes, prudence,trust for my intellectual abilities) has probably driven me to doing this exercise where my usual ambiguity and care for the way things are to be portrayed has become a 'second order' matter. could anyone believe that sudden strikes of fear invade me every now and then? could anyone believe that with the passing of every second i become more convinced about the fatalistic nature of life, that i submerge joyfully in the idea of deterministic character of life?. i can, i do, i must. for there is no other way of explaining why i ended up here, with those that in one way or another are beside me, feeling what i never thought i could and what i would not permit myself considering as a possibility. yes, the explicative efficiency of pre-determined paths is grander than that other one involving free will, than that other one where one is capable of making the bigger-choices of one's life. but is it such efficiency enough for accepting such thing as true, valid and necessary? i'm confused by the idea. i could go mad by accepting it, but i am mad just as well. it seems no matter how much i try to evade questioning myself about this particular topic (trying to find refuge in the study of the dynamics of language, epistemological theories or simply diverting my attention by means of stupidity)i always end up torturing myself in one way or another. once more, the current state i'm in infects and corrupts my clear thinking and strain when writing. i apologize.
coming in through my ears::Aguzate/Richie Ray & Bobby Cruz